Sam And Colby Queen Mary Novels & Stories

"The King’s little pet. Did you like the way he pounced on you? Did you like the weight of him while the Hall was burning?" "Shut up, Samuel," Noah hissed. He stepped into the shadow of the pillar, away from Ethan’s direct line of sight. "Just tell him what he wants. Where are the other crates?" "Other crates? You know there aren't any, kid. You saw the manifest." Samuel coughed, a spray of red hitting the stone. He looked past Noah, straight at Ethan. "Hey, King! You think you’re so smart. You think you’ve got it all figured out. You don't even know who’s been warming your bed!"

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.