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It was there she decided that I needed two cocks.
She no longer could be satiated by one.
It took a week for her to find the magic to wield such a miracle, another week to gather the ingredients, and three innocent men’s deaths to bind the spell.
When Nai discovered the murders, the spell, and what we’d done, he’d tried to execute me.
He never said a cruel word to her the whole time.
You couldn’t punish her, Nai? Could you?
And it was not the murders that boiled your blood. It was the fact that I’d been making love to our lovely enchantress for so long behind your back?
“Please.” Fake Phinova writhed under me. “Put them inside. Stab me with your cocks.”
Bells rang all over the castle, loud and shrill. I covered my ears with my hands. “What is that?”
“Those are warning bells.” She shot up into a seating position and climbed away from me. “We’ve had practice drills, but I’ve never heard them actually used. Something is wrong.”
“Blasted Xander.” I searched for my pants, grabbed them, and hurried to dress.
It had to be Xander.
Who else would cause the castle bells to ring?
He’d done something rash and stupid, no doubt at the order of his queen.
What trouble have you both gotten yourselves into now?
Chapter 11
Near Death
Xander
The two moons stood in the sky in a line that signaled the coming of dawn.
We reached the sewer opening in no time.
I ordered the guards to guide the dominas down the ladder.
They followed my instructions, nodding and trembling every time they glanced at my horns. The scent of their fear flowed to my nostrils and I relished in it.
Should I take pleasure in their fear?
Camille lay asleep in my arms.
I still could not hear her thoughts, just the thumping of her heart inside her chest, but that would be enough for now, to know that she was alive and her heart beating.
Thank you, Ambi.
“Hurry!” I roared.
Tired dominas and guards rushed into the sewer hole, faster than before.
A few women shrieked.
They didn’t know why I’d freed the dominas and what I desired from them. I’d simply raced into the dungeon covered in blood and yelled for them to follow me.
Camille wanted them free, and free they shall be.
They probably thought I was their new king. Maybe they figured I yearned to breed with them.
I leaned back and laughed.
The noise lifted in the night air and soared over the city.
Bats scattered from the trees that hovered over the sewer opening.
Shivering, Leeta hugged herself as she stood next to me. Her bottom lip quivered.
Earlier that day, I’d considered her my mother and now I barely thought of her as an associate.
She’d helped my real mother stab a dagger into Camille’s heart, and thus piercing my heart as well.
Because any harmer of Camille is my enemy.
“Go ahead down the sewer, Leeta. I don’t need you to shadow me.” I looked back at the long line of guards and dominas.
“You do need me, Xander.”
I pushed my fangs back out. “Leave.”
“Xander—”
“Is that my name now?”
“I’m sorry, king.” She twisted the leather uniform shirt she wore in her hands.
“This is what my mother and you wanted, but no one seems pleased. Have I not killed enough for you tonight?”
Her fingers shook. “You have.”
“Then leave me alone before I kill more.”
She reached out for Camille and I hissed.
My fangs extended farther down.
How long will they grow until they finally stop? Would they reach my chest before my ripening was done?
Even my father the Quiet King’s fangs barely passed his lip.
Mine lengthened farther.
Will I be a monster before the time is done?
The last guard and domina pair hurried into the sewer.
Leeta sighed. “Camille. . .I mean your queen will need someone to hold her going down the stairs.”
My frown deepened.
Leeta continued, “Now that I’m a vampire, I can help. When we get below, your queen will need to be cleaned, the healed wounds must be checked, and her chest should be bandaged just in case.”
I growled. “I’ll nurse her.”
No one will touch her but me. No one will be close enough to hurt her again.
Leeta scowled. “You don’t heal wounds, you make them.”
“Be careful, Leeta. You only live because you saved her. Once you betrayed me, you lost the right to talk to me any way you want.”
Leeta stared down at the ground. “Your mother threatened my niece and kept her in a dungeon for all these years. I had to—”
“I’m a Pathfinder. I would have freed her.”
“But, you were destined to be king.”
“Go!” I stepped closer with sharpened claws decorating my free hand. The other arm held on to Camille.
“Okay, but if you need my help, please tell me.” Leeta wiped at her eyes, probably swiping away tears.
My heart twisted, but I refused to allow myself to care.
“I’m. . .sorry, Xander.” Leeta lowered herself down into the opening, leaving me alone.
