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He’d loved showing these mauleons how eagerly she writhed on his cock.
Calli smelled different. He inhaled again. There was a hint of change, like a blossoming flower, or something more poetic—if only he was a poet. Definitely not the cum anyway. If this was what he thought it could be, he had another present for her.
Chapter Twenty-One
The coach rocked over bumps in the street. Feeling thoroughly molested and tired, Calli held onto Drake’s arm. Due to the other dress being filthy, she wore a shorter dress embroidered with yellow stars, though this seemed equally see-through. Thankfully the ceremony had allowed for him to carry her out of the room. She hadn’t been compelled to look anyone in the face after being fucked and made to orgasm in public.
Sleeping was all she needed.
Drake patted her head. “What was it you needed to tell me?”
Her heart braked, managed to restart itself. She stared across his chest at nothing. She had to say this.
“Something to do with your bot?” he asked.
“More than that.” She wriggled out from under his arm, sat up straight, set her hands on her thighs, and wondered if he’d still want anything to do with her after this. Maybe he’d declare the throne his and lock her away as he’d first threatened all those weeks ago.
“I have done something bad.” Say it simply. No excuses. “No excuses,” she muttered, convincing herself.
“Tell me.” His voice had deepened and that was a sign he’d dropped into serious mode.
“A letter was left in my rooms, weeks ago, on the hallway shelf. It was signed by my brother, Roarke. He said he was injured and that I wasn’t to tell you.” Her throat caught. “And that I’d not find him. That he’d wait and message me again when he was well.
“There’s more,” she added hastily, when he shifted.
“Go on then.”
“Another came today, left in the same place. I decided to tell you and only read two words. Meet me. I decided I should let you read it first. I wanted to keep your trust, though.” Her voice almost petered out as she struggled with this. “Though I know I have already hurt you, that I betrayed you. It was my brother.” An excuse had escaped anyway. She sighed, looked to his face and was dismayed by how little expression showed.
He was angry with her.
“Do you have it with you?”
“Sassi has it,” she croaked then swallowed. “I’m sorry I failed you.”
He wound down the armored glass and said loudly, “Sassi! Lean down here.”
