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“He—he didn’t.”
“He did.” The material of my dress and chemise were bunched between us, the pads of his fingers trailing from the outside of my bare thigh toward the inside. “How many times?”
The inner slit of his iris burned a brighter gold within the blue as I panted and clutched onto his armored forearm. “Please, Gollaya.”
“Tell me.” Leaning his head close to my ear, he whispered, “I believe that you’re a maid, Una, but I will know how many timesthat blue-winged fuck touched your body.” His fingers brushed closer to my bare sex.
I gasped and rose onto my toes, horrified at the sudden rush of heat in my lower belly and the realization that I was equally frightened and aroused.
“If he touched you here, I’ll have to kill him,” he whispered with velvety softness, all while he inched closer to my quim.
“No.He didn’t touch me there.”
He froze and eased his head back to meet my gaze. “Where?”
“He—” I cleared my throat, my focus still on the long, thick fingers now wrapped around my inner thigh with a possessive grip. “He kissed me once and…” I glanced away.
He released the back of my head and gripped my chin, guiding my gaze back to him. His other hand remained wrapped around my thigh. “And?”
I huffed out a breath, embarrassed to have to admit something I’d barely been able to confess to Min in the privacy of my bedchamber. It had been after a feast, and he’d cornered me in the corridor after he drank too much wine.
“And he touched my breast. But I told him that wasn’t proper, and he stopped instantly.”
Perhaps not instantly, but near enough. I firmed my jaw. Goll tilted his head, still measuring me for truthfulness, it seemed.
“Two times. That’s all. I swear.” I still couldn’t figure out why this mattered or why he cared, but I needed to end this awful conversation.
Finally, his mouth eased into a bewitching smile. “Good.”
With one last gentle squeeze of my thigh, he removed his hand from between my legs and dropped my chemise and gown back into place. He even brushed out a wrinkle that caught on my hip. I pushed his hand away, trying to regain some sense of control while my cheeks flushed with heat and embarrassment.
He seemed amused as he took a decided step back while I went about brushing out wrinkles that were no longer there, calming myself after what he’d just done. Or almost did. My heart still raced with what I was afraid to admit waswant.
Then something dawned on me. “How did you know Gael had blue wings?”
He didn’t answer me, of course, simply arched his brow. His arrogance and aggressive familiarity had slid under my skin and spiked my own anger.
“So I’m simply to hand myself over and do your will when I haven’t heard one word of my brother? For all he knows, I’m dead, not that it matters to you. And how do I know you actually have Issos surrounded and can command such a thing of me?” I scoffed bitterly. “Perhaps you are lying to keep me compliant as your prisoner here. I could just as easily kill myself and prevent you from siring a child on me. My brother’s army could still defeat you.”
He stared at me in silence, his expression completely unreadable. Then he gave a stiff nod. “Come with me, Una.” Then he turned and walked for the door. “If you don’t follow now, I’ll have to carry you.”
He opened the door and kept walking. I huffed in frustration and followed him.
Chapter 8
GOLL
Hearingher swift steps behind me, I smiled to myself. For the first time since I’d severed my father’s head, I began to feel like the rightful king. Perhaps it was gaining Una’s agreement to be my mizrah that was the final piece to the puzzle in settling my mind. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was this elation of rightness as I led her up the steps to the floor above and opened the door to the wide outer terrace.
I stepped out, the sky dark now, the full moon rising. How fortuitous that Una’s goddess should offer such a full and bright omen tonight. My soldiers had done a fine job in removing the spiked parapet here as I’d ordered.
Drakmir purred at the sight of me, the giant dragon barely discernible in the dark. His silver-blue eyes glowed by the moonlight as he lifted his head.
I stopped and glanced back. Una had frozen.
“Goddess above,” she muttered, easing closer behind me, the edge of her wing grazing my wrist.
I stared down, stunned still at the softness of her before returning my attention to Drakmir. “He won’t hurt you. He’s gentle as a lamb.”
