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“Not in person they haven’t,” he muttered.
“Prude.”
“Goblin.”
“Witch.”
“Freakin’ supermodel fantasy come to life.”
“How cute.You win.Naked now.Wanna see?”
A flush crawled over his neck.“Just change.”
“I’ll still be naked.”
“By the powers, Vori…” The way her name came out in an almost growl did something to her.
She slipped into her other skin, a transformation easier than sliding on a sundress.“Done.”
He studied her as if she’d become a living work of art instead of a person.The intense focus unnerved her.She needed to move, to act, to run away from his searching gaze.But she didn’t, not when she stood eye level to him with a predator’s advantage.No, she waited.
“Does it hurt when you…change?”he asked.
“No.”The word rumbled through her—rougher, harsher than it would sound in her human form.
“Your voice.It’s different.Your nails—”
“Claws,” she corrected.Two-inch curved claws as strong as steel.
“They as sharp as they look?”
“Sharper.My teeth are too.”Made to pierce and rip, not chew.
“Huh, convenient for a berserker queen.”
“Not funny.I told you, I don’t want to be queen.”Despite the constant bowing and fist-to-heart salutes she’d received as the promised legend reborn.
He stared at her forehead, his gaze fixed on the wide golden birthright that stood out so starkly against her green skin before tapering over her pointed ears.“Yeah, but your crown is huge,” he said, emphasizing the last word as though complimenting her.“If size matters—”
On the table beside them, the book flew open, flipping pages and making them both jump.Perry pulled it closer, and the magic didn’t fight him this time.“Oh, this is bad.”
Something in the new pages made him frown, his reaction overshadowing the pesky poker face he’d been rocking.“What’s it say?”She needed to know, even if she didn’t want to.
“Your uncle challenged your father over your suspected death and your mother’s murder.”
“Good.”She curled her clawed hands into fists.“I hope Uncle Lenneck won.”
“He did.But what will King Lenneck think about his niece showing up after a decade or more away?What will his queen think?”
“Queen consort.Like my mother was, and the queen consort before her.I told you there has only been one queen.”
“According to the book, Artanya took the title of queen.She’s a goblin female with royal blood.Her sister serves as captain of her guard.”
The absurdity of a king and queen ruling the goblin court together hit her harder than any pretend grief at her father’s death.“Impossible.She can’t be queen, and the guards in the castle serve only the king.Besides, my uncle wouldn’t choose a goblin wife, certainly not a royal.”
“Why not?”
“Goblin females are rare—royals even more so after my father killed so many.It’s why I would be bartered off or forced to take multiple lovers if I didn’t bring a consort.”
