Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books)
I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled her closer, hearing the dying screams of the man, the sound of bone crunching under the sharp fangs of a tiger, of body being ripped apart.
Someone was praying on the floor and I opened my eyes to see the tiger get shot with a tranquilizer, falling on the steps of bloody dais, just under the throne. My body was so tensed, feeling the carnal wildness of such an animal, such a beast, when he was taken away in an iron cage.
I couldn’t bear to look at the man, or what remained of him on those steps. It reminded me of the morning when I had found Tibyan’s head in the Court Room of the Golden Palace.