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Chapter Eight
“Is that who I think it is?”
Drake turned his head away from the street at the voice of his lieutenant, Sawatel. The wriggly locks of Sawatel’s brown hair drifted back and bounced as he stepped from the entrance hallway. The mauleon looked prettier than a flower—a very vicious flower, hung with weapons.
“Yes. It is her.”
Sawatel joined Drake in the arched doorway. He’d been observing the disappearing ass of his princess. She blended into the nighttime street folk as well as any human might. Her suit on the other hand was an antique and nothing like anyone might wear here.
Handy when following her, but not when he wished her anonymous. The dress, boots, and cloak were better. His men would keep her safe, but he found himself imagining some assault by Vass’s disintegrating army, and her being caught, perhaps hurt.
That was the problem with getting attached.
“It’s the princess? I used to follow her for you, but she never visited here before.”
“Yes. It was lucky she did.”
“I’ve heard the voice text they played to the city. That she supports the rebellion. But you let her go?”
“Not exactly. She’s not free of my observation. We came to an agreement that will legitimatize our control of the kingdom.”
“Good. So you fucked her.”
He barked out a laugh. “Presumptuous. I did, yes. In a year she will announce me as her consort. I now own that ass.”
It was a while before Sawatel replied. Perhaps he was shocked. “That is a card to play from the ages. I hope you’re not disposing of her, once you have established power? I like her.”
“I will keep her, though I might chain her up once I am king.”
He was mostly joking. Humans had a thing they called karma. Keeping this pretty princess in chains and available for him when he chose to take her—it would be karma for insults humans had subjected mauleons to.
His cock pulsed with blood at the thought of having her again. He’d barely entered her. It surprised him how much fun he envisaged in slowly fucking the girl more thoroughly each time.
Sounding dubious, Sawatel asked, “You will do that? Chain her?”
Drake quirked his lips. “She is mine. She will obey me, and I am patient.”
“I’ve noticed. You said this day would come. That her brothers would fall. Though you don’t need it, you have my approval to take her chained to a meeting of the Highest and fuck her.”
He chuckled. “Thank you.”
From the street, another mauleon approached, loping, with a laz rifle carried in one hand.
“Lord.” Konma bowed his head briefly. Colored cloth spirals had been threaded through his white locks by his mate. They marked him as a leader. “We are ready for the next attack. The humans are also ready.”
Sawatel grinned, showing the points of his long teeth, and unslung his long gun from his back. He flipped a switch on it. “We begin?”
“We begin.” Drake raised a hand. “Send out the signal. Make this final push as bloodless as possible. We are not beasts.”
“It will be done.” Konma hesitated. “The woman I passed, the one who came from here, was that the princess?”
“It was.”
“It might speed up things if she was quietly eliminated, lord?”
