Queen
I slipped into my native tongue.
“Somewhere in London.” Magnus curled his lip, as he threw me my robe. “Your dear cousin has reported he has located her.” Magnus sneered but the heated flow of jealousy went through me.
“Her?” I whispered as I moved to my knees, still on the bed.
I thought back to Bragi’s prophecy. I was not mad; my family had been scorned in favour of the Lyksborg branch and I had seen to it that death had blessed me through Bragi. My position on the throne should be safe, but still. The chosen one being a woman irked me. They were meant to be male – they could save the vampire race, marry me and I could rule for eternity, as promised. I frowned. This was not going my way, a