That Ismerelda meant nothing to me.
Oh, I could flee with her.
But he would just find a way to bring us back. Or worse, he’d hunt Ismerelda down and try to kill her.
No. The solution was to stay here and indulge him. To gather information and form a plan. To work with Ismerelda to resolve this situation, not run from it.
I’d tried to handle my brother on my own once before. I’d failed. Now it was time to trust my mate to help me see this through.
And in the interim, I’d give Cane what he wanted—a demonstration of who I’d become.
All the while, I’d try like hell to keep Ismerelda calm.
I need you to be my queen,I whispered to her as I removed my suit jacket.Not a breakable doll.
She’d be aware soon.
Then the show would begin.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
KHALID
“Abigail is dead.”Hazel’s flat tone preceded her entry into my suite, her irritation palpable. “Deirdre found her near the border. Head sliced clean off. A too-easy death.”
“I see,” I murmured, my neck currently experiencing a similar threat from Emine’s blade.
Her blue-gray eyes glittered with triumph.
At least until I phased out from beneath her and pinned her to the floor with my hips, her wrists caught in one of my hands over her head.
“Drop it,” I told her, giving her wrists a little squeeze.
She growled in response, causing my lips to curl.
“Oh, I do love the way you fight me, habibi.”
Her teeth clamped down on my bottom lip in the next instant, her fangs immediately drawing blood.
It wasn’t a love bite either, but a harsh one.
Yet that didn’t deter my hard cock in the slightest. If anything, it just made me want her more.
I licked my wound, then kissed her, forcing her to swallow her minor victory.
She hummed in contentment, my blood an addiction for her slayer senses.
My darling dragoness was the first of her kind—a slayer turned vampire. It made her that much more lethal. And oh so fun to play with.
I ended up on my back in the next second, her thighs straddling mine.
My lips curled, my body all too eager for what was coming next. I phased right as her blade would have sliced through my throat, this time placing myself on the opposite side of the room and on my feet.
She snarled in frustration but didn’t lunge as she joined me in a standing position. Instead, she sheathed her dagger, her defiant gaze telling me the whole time that she was proud of herself for standing up to my command.
That made two of us.
Emine was quite possibly the most alluring jewel in my collection of rare objects.
