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“Oh my Meya, you enslaved them?” I rasped. “You— You— Monster!”
“Aeris, you were given an order.”
I held him tighter. “If you dare try to sell him, I’ll buy him myself. Then I’ll set him free with a sack full of your riches, and your worthless severed head!”
A loud, dangerous snarl ripped from his throat—tumbling out with his lengthening fangs.
My grin was even nastier. “Those don’t scare me,husband,they’ll be between my legs soon enough.”
Alisdair threw up his hands, making me lurch back. Something flew through the palace entrance and slammed into his palm. He threw it at Jotham. “Very well, the blessed queen of Lumenfell has spoken. We have bought your problem off your hands, and he now lives and works here—or he dies.”
Jotham fumbled catching one of the very golden goblets I spoke of.
“Aeris, take him to the kitchens.”
“Wait—”
Alisdair snapped his fingers and both Aeris and the boy were gone.
We glared each other down for a long, tense silence.
“I will find him,” I hissed. “I’ll set him free.”
“A hollow threat. You can’t even free yourself.”
Deep, seething, corrosive hatred burned my soul to cinders. I ached to get away from him, or grab another sword and keep throwing until I hit something that hurt.
Lifting my chin, I climbed the dais and gingerly reclaimed my throne.
“Uh, my lord?” Jotham held up the goblet. “I don’t know what to do with—”
“Get out,” Shadowsoul roared, the beast ripping through his handsome visage in an instant.
Jotham stumbled over his feet running away.
In a way I could claim victory. I finally tore his calm, cool mask to shreds. We both flung back in our seats, throwing glowers and bared teeth across the divide.
Jotham blew out the door, nearly colliding with a newcomer. He sidestepped the fleeing man and entered the room, blowing through my rage.
“Seems I missed something interesting.” He smiled at me. “Hopefully not so interesting it’s put you in a bad mood, Queen Ana. I’ve come to request your favor.”
“Brother.” Foalan advanced on him. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
Meallan pulled a face. “Brother? Who are—? Oh, Meya. Foalan, is that you? I didn’t recognize you without the leash.”
Growls erupted from Foalan, which set the naked Meallan off too. They appeared on the edge of ripping each other’s limbs off.
Definitely not close siblings.
“You don’t belong here, Meallan. Leave!”
“No, you don’t belong here!” Meallan jabbed his chest. “You’re a wolf. One of us! Yet you run around here playing lapdog to a king, when you should be king. You should be alpha!”
Foalan’s eyes flashed. “We are not wolves, Meallan. We’re men!”
“We are gods,” he growled. “Stronger, faster, better than man and wolf. We are—”
Alisdair flicked his finger. That was it. A single flick, and Meallan and Foalan blew apart, crashing into opposite walls.
