MasukI don't know how long I knelt there with a king's feral brother breathing slow against me and both of us shaking. Long enough that the screaming stopped. Long enough that the whole room went very, very quiet.When I finally lifted my head, every face in the doorway had gone slack with shock. The wol
Lucia's POVIn the end it wasn't a choice at all.I smelled the blood before I reached the door. That thick copper reek that gets into the back of your throat and stays there. Underneath it, the screaming. Real screaming, the kind that comes out of a body and not just a fright. My feet were already
Lucia's POVThe question just hung there between us in the dim. You care a lot about him, don't you. As if there were only one reason on earth a person might want to help someone who was suffering, and it was a shameful one.I could sense that the relationship between the brothers was somewhat delic
Something in him was burning. Low and banked, but burning.And there was a smell under his cologne I hadn't placed until now. Faint, bitter, green. Something brewed, not bred. It caught at the back of my throat and wouldn't let go.A chill walked up the back of my neck. I'd felt that kind of wrongne
Lucia's POVThe bread rolls in my lap were going to be my dinner. I'd already decided that much.I kept my eyes down and tried to disappear into the gold and the noise. It almost worked. Then the Queen turned that lovely, practiced smile across the table, and I knew the evening wasn't done with me y
Lucia's POVWalking into that hall on Marcus's arm was the longest walk of my life.The hall was all gold light and long tables, and every head in it turned toward us. I felt the looks land on me one by one. The servants stole glances and looked away. The highborn she-wolves didn't bother to hide it







