The Alpha Queen's Deadly Secret
My gaze settles last on the gigantic bed that takes the center of the room, built to cater to and please one gigantic man in particular.
My lips curl back as I take in this room fit for a queen, specifically designed for what Mahl feels her needs will be. A dollhouse queen, pretty and posable.
God, I don’t even have any books.
I snarl, storming over to the bar cart, the one last thing in this room that interests me. I snag a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew, not bothering with a glass. Then I storm out onto the terrace, turning towards the lattice upon which ivy grows, reaching all the way up to the roof.
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