“That’s her. Can you see where she is now?”
The image went blurry, losing its focus while the platform slowly spun. Seeking her face anywhere in the world.
:Forgive me, Your Majesty. She is not to be Seen at this time.:
I blew out a sigh, though I wasn’t surprised at all. “She’s very good at hiding.”
His chest vibrated with a low rumble that rattled my bones. :Nothing can hide from me forever. I will See her again.:
20
MEHEN
If motherfucker knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep right on walking.
With a silent glare, I watched the new man hit the kitchen for another meal. In the dark, I lay curled before the fireplace with only a few low embers still glowing in the ashes. I didn’t move a muscle or make a sound. Just watching through slitted eyes burning with hatred.
Motherfucker touched her.
Motherfucker hurt her.
Motherfucker was fucking big, too. Bigger than even Leviathan, though I’d die before I’d admit it out loud. Older, too. He’d seen the rise of the first Egyptian dynasties when I’d been nothing but a glint in my fucking mother’s baleful eyes.
Fuck that fucking transference bullshit that had me fucking coming until I fucking whimpered like a fucking baby.
Fuck me for wanting him to do it again.
:You’re next,: Guillaume said in my bond. :If you’re up to it.:
I sent him a vicious snarl. :Nobody’s fucking taking my turn.:
:Then quit fucking around with the sphinx and go already,: the knight said, clearly up to his neck stump with me.
Motherfucker turned with a loaded plate and looked straight at me. Gave me a sardonic wink that made bile burn up my throat with dragon fire. Then he sat down at the table and tucked into the food like the fucking cat he was. Though I did a double take when I realized he was gnawing on a huge, raw chunk of prime rib roast weighing at least ten pounds. Blood dripped down his chin and smeared his face, and he grinned, clearly having the time of his life.
Fuck. I could only curse my own fucking self for not thinking to be the first to tear into a hunk of beef just for the fun of eating something raw. Even better if we could hunt something alive.
She’d let us. Maybe.
Or maybe we’d go after that fucking bitch soon, and we could all feast until our bellies hurt.
I made my way upstairs to our queen’s bedroom, surprised to see it was still relatively intact after she’d taken motherfucker again. Eyes closed, she curled against Rik, her head on his chest. No surprise there. A fucking pleased and satisfied smile on her face even I couldn’t begrudge. Because my fucking queen deserved every fucking thing she could ever desire.
Though she slept. Which meant no feeding. Certainly no fucking. Not that I needed her to touch me again since all my nerves still echoed with a million volts of climax juice.
I slunk up onto the bed and eased against her back, just enough so she’d feel my body heat and know she had another Blood protecting her blind side.
With a low, contented hum, she rolled toward me and snuggled up like I was the fucking purr machine.
“You can feed if you want,” she mumbled, her words thick and heavy with sleep.
Emotions sprouted inside me. Mostly ugly ones. Jealousy. Doubt. Rage.
She didn’t fucking know it was me. Not really.
An image popped into my head. Soaring up through a dark, tight tunnel. Exploding out into open air for the first time in over a thousand years. Feeling the wind catch my wings, lifting me higher.
Even as she drained me dry, her small arms clinging to me with her fangs buried in my throat.