But she had other things to think about as they continued their walk. Was she finally to be hanged? Sickness coiled in her stomach. She was important enough to warrant an execution from the Captain of the Guard himself. But why bring her inside this building first?At last, they stopped before a set of red-and-gold glass doors so thick that she couldn’t see through them. Captain Cole jerked his chin at the two guards standing on either side of the doors, and they stomped their spears in greeting.The captain’s grip tightened until it hurt. He yanked Mia closer, but her feet seemed made of lead and she pulled against him. “You’d rather stay in the tunnel?” he asked, sounding faintly amused.“Perhaps if I were told what this was all about, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to resist.”“You’ll find out soon enough.” Her palms became sweaty. Yes, she was going to die. It had come at last.The doors groaned open to reveal a throne room. A glass chandelier shaped like a grapevine occupied most of
Kim watched in rage and agony as Lizzy and the Earth Squad danced and danced and danced. Even with a much more concealing mask, she would have recognized the upstart. And what sort of a person wore gray to a ball? Kim looked down at her dress and smiled. Bright shades of blue, emerald, and soft brown, her gown and matching peacock mask had cost as much as a small house. It was all a gift from Bolton, of course, along with the jewelry that decorated much of her neck and arms. It was certainly not the dull, drab mess of crystal that the conniving harlot wore.Bolton stroked her arm, and Kim turned to him with fluttering eyelashes. “You look handsome tonight, my love,” she said, adjusting a gold chain across his red tunic. His face quickly matched the color of his clothes. She wondered if she could bear the repulsion of kissing him. She could always keep refusing, just as she had for the past month; but when he was this drunk . . .She would have to think of a way out as soon as possible
Mia groaned as something cold and wet brushed her cheek and moved to lick her face. She opened an eye and found the puppy looking down at her, its tail wagging. Adjusting herself in the bed, she winced at the sunlight. She hadn’t meant to sleep in. They had a Test in two days, and she needed to train. It was their last Test before the final duel—the Test that decided who the four finalists would be.Mia rubbed an eye and then scratched the dog behind the ears. “Have you peed somewhere and wish to tell me about it?”“Oh no,” said someone as the bedroom door swung open—Christopher . “I took her out at dawn with the other dogs.”She smiled weakly as he approached. “Isn’t it rather early for a visit?” “Early?” He laughed, sitting on the bed. She inched away. “It’s almost one inthe afternoon! Philippa told me you’ve been sleeping like the dead all morning.” One! She’d slept that long? What about lessons with Chaol? She scratched her nose and pulled the puppy onto her lap. At least nothing
“It must be the walk that did it to me,” she said, trying to convince herself as to why she's feeling horny at the moment. “Or maybe, it’s just the alcohol doing something to my system.”“Maybe I won’t tell apologise to Richard, I can just show him. Oooh yeah. Make-up sex can be fun, even he isn’t exactly a stallion in bed. At least he has a decent sized tool, even if he’s not humongous.” she speaks to herself, giggling as she finds her way to the stairs. She puts her hand on the bannister and begin to creep up the stairs in the dark. For some reason, she could not stop giggling and she slaps her hand over her mouth to keep them from bubbling out. She was pretty sure Richard's Dad, Christopher was around, and she doesn't want to wake him up. As she gets to the top of the landing, a long hallway greets her. The Holts live in a mansion, so there are at least five or six bedrooms, plus an office that Richard's Dad, Christopher , uses. But Richard’s room is easy to find. He’s way at the
The man collapses on Mia then, his muscular form hot and sheened with sweat. But it feels good, and she merely smile while clenching her pussy muscles to milk him of those last few precious drops. He chuckles, even while panting.“You are a bad girl, you know that?” he whispers into her ear. “Fuck, I had no idea how dirty you were.”Mia merely giggled, and make to turn over and kiss him, but he still got his cock inside hee and his big form is covering hers, pinning her to the mattress.“There is a time and place for everything,” he whispers in her ear again before pulling out and getting up to close the blinds. With that, the only ray of moonlight in the room is eliminated, and utter darkness envelops us like a cloak. But soon, she feels his big, warm body in the bed beside her again, as one large palm caresses her curves. A gasp escapes her lips even as he tweaks a nipple before skating a palm down to finger her leaking hole.“Mmm, I put a lot in you, did I not?” he muses in a low
She had planned to spend the rest of the day following Archer from a distance, but as they walked from the tea court, Bolton informed her that the king had ordered her to assist with guard duty at a state dinner that night. And though she could think of a thousand excuses to get out of it, any suspicious behavior on her part could draw the wrong sort of attention. If she was actually going to listen to Eleanor this time, she needed the king—she needed his entire empire—to think she was his obedient servant.The state dinner was in the Great Hall, and it took all of Mia ’s self-control to keep from sprinting to the long table in the center of the room and horking down the food right off the plates of the gathered councilmen and preening nobility. Roasted lamb rubbed with thyme and lavender, duck glazed with orange sauce, pheasant swimming in green-onion gravy … Truly, it wasn’t fair.Bolton had stationed her by a pillar near the glass patio doors. Though she wasn’t wearing the royal gu
Not bothering to say good-bye to Roland or the girls, he strode out of the Great Hall. He had better, more important things to worry about than what Mia felt for his friend. He was the Crown Prince of the largest empire in the world. His entire existence was bound to the crown and the glass throne that would someday be his. She’d ended things because of that crown and throne— because she wanted a freedom he could never give her.“Christopher ,” someone called as he entered the hallway. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was Mia . She caught up to him, easily matching the brisk pace he hadn’t realized he’d set. He didn’t even know where he was going, only that he needed to get out of the Great Hall. She touched his elbow, and he hated himself for savoring the touch.“What do you want?” he asked.They passed beyond the busy halls and she tugged on his arm, slowing him down. “What’s wrong?”“Why would anything be wrong?”How long have you been yearning for him? was what he really w
His training with the assassins must have paid off, because Christopher was across the carriage and brandishing a hidden dagger between them before she could blink. “Please,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling in uneven patterns. “Please, Laena.” She opened her mouth, ready to explain everything, but he was gasping down breaths, his eyes wide. “I can pay you.”A small, wretched part of her was fairly smug at the sight of him cowering. But she held up her hands, showing him she was unarmed—at least as far as he could see. “The king thinks you’re part of a rebel movement that’s interrupting his agenda.”A harsh, barked laugh—so raw that none of the smooth, lovely man was even recognizable in the sound. “I’m not part of any movement! Wyrd damn me, I might be a whore, but I’m not a traitor!” She kept her hands where he could see them, and opened her mouth to tell him to shut up, sit down, and listen. But he went on. “I don’t know anything about a movement like that—I haven’t even h