A sexy, murderous one.
“You—” Legend chokes out a laugh, blood trickling down his throat, his hand pressed lightly to the spot where my teeth just marked him. “You actuallybitme.”
“Don’t say I don’t commit,” I mutter, still tasting him on my tongue. He tastes annoyinglygood.Everything about him is annoying. And hot. And now he’s leaking on my shirt, which I stole off a corpse, so this feels very full-circle.
But I’m not done.
Before he can say something else stupid and smug, I draw my dagger in one smooth motion and press the tip right against his heart.
The hall erupts.
Chairs scrape, someone screams, and Sinner leaps from his throne as Knight’s entire body goes taut, his shadows twitching like they’re ready to pounce.
And Legend?
Legendlaughs.
Manically, like this is the best day of his life.
I press the dagger a little harder, not enough to break skin, but enough to show I could. “Call me Queen again, and I’ll crown myself with your spine.”
“Gods, you’re fucking perfect,” he breathes.
Something coils low in my gut. It feels suspiciously like pleasure from his pathetic little praise.
Gross.
I swallow past it, glaring up at him.
A new voice slices through the madness like a sword through fog.
“For fuck’s sake, Legend. What did you do?” London, the entire reason that I ever left my island in the first place, steps out in all her white hair and black aura glory.
“London,” Legend says brightly, like this is a tea party and not a blood-stained mess.
London eyes the blade still at his chest. “You planning to let her stab you and complete another step in the bond, or are we pretending this is foreplay?”
Behind me, Knight growls, low and protective.
But Legend growls back louder.
London and I sigh.
Feral. The lot of them.
Wait. My head snaps her way, eyes narrowing. “Whatbond?”
With another sigh, she turns to Legend. “Are you going to tell her, or should I?”
Legend’s mouth curves upward. I’m getting real sick and tired of not being able to punch it.
He stands even taller as he looks out at his people, the humor in his voice making me murdery. “Oh, did I forget to mention?” he says. “She’s not just my chosen queen. My bond thrums in her veins. Haide of exile is myfatedmate.”
I stare at him.
Then at the blood on my blade.
Then back at his dumb, perfect mouth.
