Page 122 of White Raven

“So, who?” I tracked him across the room, where he opened the desk drawer, tossing crap out of it. “What about Morrigan? She seemed to want me gone.” I got the feeling she was not my biggest fan, which showed what a great manipulator she was. Not once before did I ever perceive her duplicity. She was so kind to me before.

“Morrigan could, but I don’t think she did it.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s not a reason. She clearly hates me and would love to see me dead. I know it was her.”

“It wasn’t her,” he said with finality, like it was the end of the conversation.

“How do you know?” I exclaimed.

“I know.”

“How?”

“Because she was with me!” he roared, slamming the door shut, his hands rolling into fists.

As if an arrow had sunk into my chest, I took a step back, gasping for air. “What?” I shook my head, not wanting to acknowledge what he had just admitted. “But . . . she’s with the king. And you . . . you were just . . .” I trailed off.

“What?” He took a step toward me. “What was I just doing, kanin?” His mouth curled in a merciless smirk, his tongue sliding over his lip. “Tell me.”

Brick by brick my shoulders set back, hiding any sign of vulnerability.

“Do you share her with the king, or join in?” I callously spat at him. “Knowing the king, he demands you join in.”

Onyx’s shoulders rose, dwarfing me in his shadow.

“Be careful.” His voice dragged over my skin. “You sound jealous.”

“Believe me, she can have you both.” I tipped my head back. “You all seem to deserve each other.” Another piece fell into place about the night he kidnapped me, setting me back on my heels. “She was the one to get you into my father’s office that night. She was your informant.”

“She was also King Gavric’s informer. And the one to slip your father bad intel if he wasn’t spilling his seed in her first.”

“And you didn’t do the same?” I folded my arms, the thin robe see-through thanks to my wet body. “Sounds like you all were thanking her for her services with your cocks.”

“How do you know I wasn’t thanking her with my tongue?” He leaned in, a challenge in his tone to acknowledge what happened earlier. To crawl further under my skin, but I would not let him have that power. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Someone thinks a little too highly of himself.”

He moved even closer, the heat of his mouth brushing mine. “I heard your cries, kanin. Tasted your release drenching my tongue.”

Sucking in through my nose, I dug my nails into my arms, my cheeks blooming with heat. “I was drugged and not in my right mind.”

“Believe that if you want, but what I do privately is not your concern,” he said. “You should probably worry about who your husband is sleeping with.”

“I don’t care who he is sleeping with.”

“Trouble in paradise already, my queen.”

“Fuck you.”

“You keep asking. I don’t know how many times I have to say no.”

My hand lifted to slap him, his fingers catching my arm, dragging my frame into him.

“I wouldn’t do that.”