THE SLAVE WHO REJECTED THE ALPHA
the king of Kiev insisted, “I know these things take time, but Kiara is a rare match. Her bloodline is pure all the way back to the gods.”
Romeo was seated to Ravok’s right. Without looking directly at me, he lifted a hand and pointed to the jam, then curled his finger in a gesture for me to come closer.
I stepped forward and picked up the small silver spoon, gathering the amber jam and spreading it smoothly over his slice of bread.
As I did, he leaned slightly. “Nothing like a marriage proposal at breakfast to start the day,” Romeo murmured, his voice low.
I admit, Romeo almost made me laugh. I hated the way he treated humans, and I hated his sarcasm most of the time. But still, he was the
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