Ishakemy head.Takea deep breath.Tryto control the shakes trembling throughout my body.
No.Hewon’tdo that.He’smy lifemate…isn’the?
“Are you really that naive?”
Rushing to the door, I yank it open.“Where is he?”I demand,not sure if I want to know but unwilling to take it back.
The guard on the right turnsto me, her gold eyes full of pity.She glancesdown myslip, taking in all the stains.I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide the worst of it.My cheeks heating, I glance at my feet.
“Who?”she asks.
I look up at her, blinking rapidly as I struggle to keep my feelings in check.“Richard.King Morningstar.”
“I am not privy to his schedule.”
My fingers dig into my arms.Doubt clawsat my mind.Flashes of a woman thatisn’tme rollsthrough it, wrapped up in the arms of my lifemate.
“But I would imagine he’s in his study.He spends most nights there,even has a bed on the mezzanine.”
A chillrunsthrough me.DoI really want to voice the next words?
Trembling, I murmur, “Can you take me to him, please?”
Without a word, she walksforward.I follow her, my eyes on my feet, my heart in my throat.With every step, my doubts strengthen.Heisafairy.
And Iamabrownie.
Whatcanhe possibly want with me?
“Keep your chin up,” shesaysas we round a corner.“King Morningstardoesn’t like weakness.”
My eyes dart to her, taking in her black leather armour, the sword at her waist.Her musclesareperfectly defined – a clear testament to her strength.Whereas Idon’thave a muscle on me thatisof any use.Ispendmy days reading and drinking.Gods, I could use a drink right now.
Reaching over, she nudgesmy chin.“Look up,” shesays, “and breathe.He’s not as scary as he looks.”
Scary?I blink.He looksscary?Ithinkhelooksdelicious.Too delicious.Ridiculously delicious.So delicious he hasto constantly fend off women wanting to get in his pants.“Is he kind?”I blurt.Kind enough not to cheat?
She snorts.“No.”
My chest deflates.
“But he respects your boundaries.If you don’t want to do something, just say so.”
“What if I don’t wanthimto do something?”
Her eyes flickerto me.A knowing grin pullsat her lips.“Trust me.You’ll want him to do everything.”
My mouth opensas my eyes widen.“Wait, what?What are we talking about?”
“Him in bed… aren’t we?”
No, but we sure are now!“How many women has he had?”
Sheshakesher head.“Ask me something you actually want to know.”She leansover.“Like where is he pierced.”
I stumble over my own feet.
She laughs, carefree and teasing.
