Good.
“What shall we do of Griffin?” I ask, watching the guards leave. The Woodland Fae remain at the door, still interested in the conversation. I didn’t bother hiding my control issues from them—let Fenrir see how close I am to slicing his throat.Let him fear me.“We need a plan.”
“Discuss it.” He glances between me and Oslo. “Figure out a solution. Decide who will go to retrieve information. I have officials to entertain and a war to plan.”
Standing, I bow my head to my father, going to the hall as the rest depart. It’s best to avoid him now.
“You are different,” my uncle whispers, peering into the shadows for an unseen threat. “You must keep your head. If you give into these baser instincts, I cannot promise I will be able to bring you out of it.”
“I’ll be fine.” I brush off, though my stomach twists. Uncle was the only one who kept me sane in the dungeon, teaching me control. “Just continue our plan. We need to finish this.Soon.”
Oslo nods, bowing to me. “Of course, my heir. I understand.”
Chapter
Fourteen
KADEN
Stalking into my bedchambers, I see my mate curled up in bed, wearing nothing but a sheer slip of lace and silk, the black color gothically beautiful on her frame.
Her pale skin glows, drawing my fangs out and my cock to stiffen.
I didn’t expect her awake. The last few nights I’ve come in, I’ve only checked on her and returned to Reid’s side. The male has a horrible fascination with gambling in the stables with the servants. Last night, I had to break up a fight between him and a stable boy.
Now, she sits, glaring at me, a large book in her small hands.
Fiery Bel’s balls,she looks like forbidden fruit and suddenly, I’m starving.
“You’re awake.”
“And you’re here,” she snips, returning to read. “I thought after the last few nights of avoiding me, I’d have the room to myself again.”
“You sound as if you don’t like it, kitten,” I taunt, leaning against the dresser. “Me avoiding you. Miss me already?”
Her cold eyes glare at me. “No.”
I can smell her lies from across the room.
“Did you want me to go, then?” I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “This is still my room too.”
“It’s peaceful without you.”
Her heart is hammering in my ears, blood rushing through her veins with her lies.
I can smell the arousal on her, the scent so strong, I grin. She doesn’t want me to leave, she wants me under her, that much is obvious.
A soul-bond forces two lives into one, and ignites chemistry, but it cannot fake feelings. I’ve heard tales of partners hating each other and remaining separate with lovers, bond ignored.
Our love, though young and tender, is still there, hidden under the weight of betrayal and deceit. I can sense it. Feel it shine within the darkness of our past sins. I just need to nurture it.
Stripping from my tunic and pants, I drop the various pieces of jewelry I wear to the dresser before crawling up the massive bed. Holding the book down, I make her look at me, then I snap the book shut.
“Time for bed, kitten.”
Her cheeks darken, rage and desire swirling in her big blue eyes. They’re siren eyes, pulling me in, ready to drown me to my death.
Unfortunately, I’d let her. What’s drowning in the ocean when I can’t breathe without her near me on land?
