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Morbidlaughed,leaninghischair onto its two back legs. He rested his booted feet on Rune’s desk, crossing his ankles. The laces of his tall leather boots mostly untied, spilling heedlessly onto Rune’s documents.
His study remained cluttered with piles of books. Rune exhaled and swirled the crimson wine in his glass, surveying the other shelves he had yet to fill. The blonde harpy must have spent hours shuffling books between shelves until nothing was where he’d arranged it.
Why are you thinking of books when we could have our queen in our bed?
If all goes well her ritual will take place tomorrow night,Rune said to the Ra’Voshnik as his gaze returned to the Familiar King.
“Would it pain you terribly to stop laughing and answer my request?” Rune asked.
There is much we could do before her ceremony. We could learn her. The ceremony will go smoother if she’s acquainted with us. Draw our queen a bath. She’s always soaking in the hot spring.
The Ra’Voshnik droned on and Rune tuned it out in favor of listening to Morbid finally speak. “How did she convince you to do this?”
Rune remained silent because he honestly didn’t know. Perhaps he was a fool to agree. A fool to give in to the deep-seated want to touch her and learn all the different ways he could coax her into screaming his name.
We could take her until the young she wishes for… takes root.
Be silent,Rune growled. His indulgence in her was enough of a danger. Immortals did not beget young with mortals.
Do you intend to sit by and allow another male to sire her young?The Ra’Voshnik offered him a scene of Faye beneath the copper-haired vampire they’d seen at the brothel. The male’s fingers digging into her hip and tangled in her hair. The cries he wrang from her when she’d allowed him to tend to her, echoing through his mind.
Rune’s fangs lengthened. A growl slipped from his lips as he banished the sight of his queen with another male.
The Ra’Voshnik laughed, circling his mind.Our queen, it purred. A muscle ticked in Rune’s jaw as he dragged it so far beneath the surface he no longer heard its taunting laugh.
Rune swallowed the contents of his glass and set it on his desk. He’d been fighting an unavoidable fate. One he would come face to face with shortly.
Morbid folded his hands in his lap and smiled at Rune. “I will help anchor your woman. Have you asked Sadi?”
“I intend to.”
“Asking Lyssa to serve as a well?”
Rune cursed in High Tongue. Lyssa became murderously jealous anytime a female was within his proximity. Her behavior worsened after he relinquished the position of her consort. Rune narrowed his eyes at the Familiar King. He would not be requesting Lyssa’s assistance but asked, “And how do you see that ending?”
Morbid looked up for a moment. His brow drew together, and he jerked his head back as though something was thrown at him. “Not as much blood as I thought there would be. More tears, though.”
“Do you truly foresee these events, or is it all Familiar bullshit?”
Morbid looked him up and down then broke into a wide grin. “Ask Lyssa and find out.”
Rune raised his brow and looked away. “I am not that curious.”
“Coward,” Morbid laughed.
He turned his attention back to Morbid and asked, “Will you tell me what she is?”
The Familiar King winked at him and answered, “Your queen.”
Chapter forty-six
Fayeheldthecrimsonsilk robe up in the mirror, smoothing the material over her hip.
“Wow, you’re getting the full experience.” Sparrow whistled low as Faye turned to her with a questioning glance. Her sister twirled a finger at the robe, and said, “Ceremony of Blood robe. Runey will be wearing a matching one.”
She imagined Rune dressed in the same red silk. The front of it hanging open to reveal the hard planes of his chest. She dismissed the thought. She would see him soon enough. His court arrived this evening. Sadi included.
Faye wondered if the High Queen would be there. If she had to pick between her evil twin or the high bitch, she would go with evil twin. Hissing bitch trumped the High Queen asking Rune if she spread her legs for him.
