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“Is she aware of that?” Heather countered mercilessly.
“Where is this going, Heather? You are my mekarry. Nothing—”
“Does she know that?” Heather reiterated with an unreadable expression on her face.
Slowly I shook my head. “Not directly. We broke it off. It was both of our decision. She became my intelligence officer and…” Heather cocked her head, waiting. Vra, Daryus, how jointly had the breakup been? my mind mocked. Well, she wasn’t in tears or heartbroken, I argued back. “She might have still harbored some hopes,” I finally admitted to Heather.
“And suddenly mekarries pop up all over the place,” she said quietly. “All of them human, and you start seeing one, asking her for dinner, meeting her at the park.”
I nodded, finally seeing where she was going with this. “Vra.”
“I think it’s time we talked to Lady Natoi,” I suggested, taking her into my arms, “Are you up for that?”
“Yes.” She snuggled into my embrace. “And I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I asked astonished.
“For having doubted you for a moment,” she admitted.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said, framing her small face with both of my hands. “Nothing. If anybody has to be sorry, it’s me for having put you into this position.”
“Believe it or not, I’m happy you did,” she said, nearly flooring me.
“Believe it or not, I’m happy you did,” I said, meaning it.
I didn’t have much time to think or rest, but the moments where I lay on the bed with Daryus, while he held me, had been the most peaceful of my life. They had reminded me of the night we spent together, how close we were then. Of our conversations.
Yes, I hardly knew him, but I had previously already resigned myself to a man who would claim me as his mekarry. Which only made me wonder why I was making it so difficult now that a man had actually claimed me. And not any man, but Daryus, the one I could see myself choosing on my own.
Overhearing his conversation with Commander Noctus only reiterated what I already knew: I could trust Daryus. With my life, my heart.
He was a good man and in time I was sure I would come to love him, it seemed impossible not to.
What scared me though was his title. Emperor. He was the most powerful man I had ever met, possibly the most powerful man in the entire universe. This mekarry thing was ensuring that I wouldn’t end up like Anne Boleyn with my head chopped off once he tired of me. Still, I wasn’t sure I was empress material, as he had so eloquently explained about Lady Madeema, who I was sure would have brought a lot more to the table than I did. Or maybe I was overstating things, because Daryus hadn’t really said anything about me becoming empress, those were just assumptions, I had drawn.
In the few minutes I had had to gather myself, I came to the conclusion that I would fully invest myself in our relationship. Besides not really having another choice, I wanted things to work out. I wanted to be an us.
Right now though, most of all, I wanted to feel alive. I was exhausted, yes, at the end of my wits, yes, but what I needed were his arms around me, his hands touching me, assuring me I was out of that terrible hole in the ground and would never have to go back there.
“There is no place I would rather be,” I added, rising on my tiptoes and putting my arms around his neck. I licked my lips suggestively and didn’t have to wait for him to react. His head lowered. “Are you sure?”
“More than I have ever been of anything,” I swore, before his lips sealed against mine, bringing back the memories of that night, how he had kissed me, and how much I had liked it.
Butterflies took up residence in my stomach as I snuggled into him, pressed up, and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. Mine danced around his, which was full of ridges, and felt oh-so good.
His hands fell to my back, my ass, moved up and down my sides, my arms. Down my stomach where he balled up my dress, to touch naked flesh. Heat enveloped my tits even before his hand cupped and kneaded one.
He bent over and picked me off the ground to carry me to the bedroom while my fingers played with his long, highlighted hair. He only broke the kiss to stare at me. “Are you sure?”
In answer, I pulled my shirt over my head. “I’m yours.”
“Mine?” he rasped in a voice that reflected a hint of doubt.
“Yours.” I nodded.
“MINE!” he bellowed, and pulled me against him to give me another soul-crushing kiss that left me breathless.
Somehow he managed to get my pants down without me even realizing, and I found myself naked on the bed, while his rough tongue played with my nipple and his hand parted my folds.
