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“A bath, first,” Lara said, thinking dreamily about the steaming hot springs. “You smell like soldier.”
“You’re not so fresh yourself, Majesty.” Aren swung her up into his arms, the lantern light dancing wildly where it hung from her hand. She twisted in his grip, wrapping her legs around his waist. A soft moan escaped her lips as she pressed against him, his hands gripping her ass.
Lara kissed him hard, sliding her tongue into his mouth, then laughed when he slipped, the lantern falling from her hands and going dark. “Don’t you dare drop me.”
“Then quit distracting me,” he growled. “Or I’ll be forced to take you in the mud.”
She slid to the ground and took his hand, leading him at a perilous run up the slope until she caught sight of Aren’s cat, Vitex, sitting on the front step, tail twitching angrily.
“What are you doing out here?” Aren reached for the cat and it hissed and leapt away, limping slightly as it bolted into the trees.
Lara watched him go. “He’s hurt.”
“The female he’s been chasing probably got a piece of him. He likely deserved it.” Catching her by the waist, Aren lifted her up the stairs and shoved open the door to the house.
It was dark.
“Not like Eli not to set out a lamp.” Lara’s skin prickled as she stared into the yawning blackness. Aren had sent word up to the house that War Tides was over, instructing Eli to select an expensivebottle of wine from the cellar for his mother and aunt. But the Ithicanian boynevershirked his duties.
“Maybe he drank the wine instead,” Aren murmured, raining kisses onto her throat, his hands finding her breasts. “Will do him good.”
“He’s fourteen.” The house was silent. Which wasn’t precisely unusual, but there was something about thenatureof the silence that rubbed Lara the wrong way. As though no one breathed.
“Exactly. Do you know the sorts of things I was doing at fourteen?”
Lara stepped away, listening. “I should check on him.”
An aggrieved sigh exited Aren’s throat. “Lara, relax. The storms are here and they will do their duty.” Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her. Slowly. Deeply. Driving all thought from her head as he gently pushed her down the dark corridor into their room, where, thankfully, there was a lamp burning. The yellow flame pushing back the darkness eased Lara’s agitation, and she let her head fall back as her husband’s teeth grazed her neck, feeling the faint breeze from the open window.
“Bathe later,” he growled.
“No. You stink. Get outside and I’ll be there in a moment.”
Grumbling, he shucked off his tunic and vambraces, tossing both on the floor, starting toward the antechamber and the door to the courtyard beyond.
Peeling off her hooded cloak, Lara hung the damp garment on a hook to dry and was unfastening the top lace of her tunic when her heart skittered, her eyes falling on a letter with a familiar seal. Next to it, a knife twin to the one at her waist sat in a small pile of crimson sand, its rubies glittering in the light. The knife Aren had thrown on the docks in Vencia. Dread filled her stomach as she walked over to the table, picking the heavy paper up with numb fingers, and breaking the wax.
Dearest Lara,
Even in Vencia, we have heard talk of the affection between the Ithicanian King and his new queen, and how it fills our heart to know that you have, however improbably, found love in your new home. Please accept our most sincere well-wishes for your future, however short that future might be.
Father
“Aren.” Her voice shook. “Why wasn’t this letter delivered at the barracks? Who brought it?”
No answer.
A scuffle of motion.
A muffled curse.
Whirling, she reached for the knife at her waist. Then froze. Aren was on his knees on the far side of the room. A hooded figure dressed in clothing identical to Lara’s own held a glittering blade to his throat. And beneath the bed next to them, a young man’s hand protruded, fingers covered in drying blood.Eli . . .
“Hello, little sister,” a familiar voice said, and the woman reached up and pulled back her hood.
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Lara
