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“You’re not running there, V,” Warren growls. “Get back inside. I’ll find another route.”
“We’re boxed in, Warren,” I stress as I look down the packed street to confirm he’s going to be stuck here for at least another twenty minutes. “Don’t worry. I’m a badass bitch. I’ll survive.”
“Your survival relies on me always having eyes on you!”
“I’m aware.” I give him a saucy wink. “Keep eyes on me, Watcher. Your defiant princess can’t let her soon-to-be Kings wait for their dessert.”
“Dessert?!” He’s losing it. I know he is from the twitch in his left eye. Always gives him away when he’s tempted to throw me over his shoulder and spank my ass.
That’s what I’ve imagined for far too long.
“The night is always young and blessed when you eat dessert first,” I say with a wink and grin. “Time for me to remind these fuckers of that.”
“Don’t you dare take off Veren?—”
He knew I wasn’t going to let him finish.
I never do.
It’s exactly why he’s screaming my name.
“GEMINI!”
All I do is wave and turn into an alleyway, knowing it’s time to dive into a different mindset because my future depends on whether I make it to this place on time or die trying.
Truthfully, I’d rather die, but beggars can’t be choosers.
4
A QUEEN AMID A BOARD OF PAWNS
~ZANDER~
“Afew dropouts.”
The way I’m grinning should be deemed illegal.
Or the way I’m cleaning my knife and admiring the shimmering blade’s magnificence after a job well done should get me thrown into a psychiatric ward.
A few rotten apples tried that once.
Said they were helping me.
Hilarious.
They would deem it a funny predicament to plan for a King of such grace and majestic dignity. I was too lenient back then. Encouraging them to share their ‘opinion’ in regard to my ruling when I’ve been privileged to fulfill these roles passed down to me.
A shame they’re all dead.
Caskets are far more comfortable than straitjackets.
Losing my real father before my eyes must have fucked me up psychologically but gives no right for anyone to throw that in my face.
None of them were there for the mourning child who was forced to carry a crown embroidered with responsibilities and dripping with generations of bloodshed.
Yet I carried it with honor. Wore it with pride.
I’m ready to ensure no one dares take what I’ve gained, thanks to my very birthright.
