Throne of Blood
I need to go back with Pharaoah and Pakstan.
My guard nods and retreats to join Ruslan.
“Auntie!”
I freeze, the phone nearly clattering to the ground at the small voice. My head jerks to the left, and my gaze lands on my nephew's little face. On his dreamy green eyes and delicate features.
Gareth.
He's a few feet away, smiling at me with pure innocence, showing his baby teeth.
Sh-t. Fvck.
My eyes frantically search around. If he’s here, Reina is too. Pharaoah and Pakstan cannot, under any circumstances, know she exists. Especially Pharaoah. He would destroy me and her.
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