All The Queens Kings - Book 8
All synced, not a drop of fear or the stutter of a beat.
I reach for Lamia’s hand, “I will not leave your side, my queen.” I lift her hand with mine and yell above the mass chanting, “Listen to your orders! And protect your queen!”
My Atma’s face was set in stone, her eyes glazed and shadowed as the goddess within surfaced. Her strength and authority, courage, and bravery were everything I loved about her. “Let’s fuck up a god my little war queen.”
She nods, turns to face the approaching army, lifting a sword with her free hand, crying out with an amplified voice “Charge!” Kissing me before our feet carry us towards the enemy.
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