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Pulling his jacket off, he threw it at the throne. The energy rising off him, dangerous. A power that swelled around her, filling the room with nervous tension.
“And you have broken my trust.”
“Broken your trust?” Talia shook her head. “I know what you want! I know..”
“YOU!” His booming voice engulfing her, drowning out every other sound in the room. “I want you,” He seethed through gritted teeth. “I have hunted for you, ached for your presence, and finally welcomed you home.”
“And yet, this is the treachery you repay me with?” His eyes burning with repressed rage.
“I know you want me dead,” Talia refused to look away, her voice soft but firm.
“My love” his voice curling around the words he stepped forward. His face inches away from hers, his hand wrapping around her throat. “You know nothing of my plans for you. You have broken everything you promised to me. “
“My lord,” shrugging off one of the guard’s hands. Ghost stepped forward. Dropping to her knee, her face earnest.
“It is my fault. I should never have let her out of my sight,”
Not even bothering to glance at her, Draven’s face twisted into a snarl, his words aimed at Talia.
“You did not break your promise, Ghost. My Queen did that. My only love was the one who lied. ”
His fingers tightening around her throat, his voice intimately low, breaking on the words meant for her ears only.
“Why... why do you make me do this?” His eyes filling with red-stained tears. “Why couldn’t you have kept your promise?”
Barely able to pull in air enough to answer him. Talia met his gaze with an angry glare.
“Why do you plan to kill...” his fingers squeezing so tightly she couldn’t finish. She gasped for breath, her hands pulling at his unyielding grip.
Watching her struggle for a moment, he let go. Talia fell to her knees, her lungs burning for oxygen. Meeting Ghosts’ fear-filled eyes as the werewolf helped her to feet.
“I am King and no act of treason will go unpunished.” His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. His eyes returning to her. “Not even by my own beloved Queen.”
“She will need to learn her place among us” there was a rustle of excitement behind her. Her heart pounding loudly, Talia glared at him.
He turned to two dark-haired twin males who stood nearby, waiting. Their faces were the only passive ones in the room.
“Tie her down and get me the black box,” His voice cold and empty.
Exchanging a glance, one moved for her while the other turned to the side of his throne. Removing a side panel and retrieving a small obsidian chest.
Her gaze locking onto the approaching vampire, Talia stepped back.
“It will go better for you if you don’t resist,” the bland, almost bored words matching his expression perfectly.
“Dont do this,” there was no amount of bravo that could hide the hitch of fear in her breath.
“You leave me no choice, beloved. I must keep order,”
Lightning fast, the vampire moved. She stumbled backwards, unable to out-step him as he closed in on her. His fingers curling around her arm, pulling her towards him. Letting his strength move her forward, Talia brought up her hand. Her fist striking his throat. On any patron in her bar, it would have left them gasping for breath. On the vampire in front of her, it just made his eyes go from bored to fiery interest. Twisting her arm up behind her back, she struggled not to be turned around.
Turning at his insistence, her eyes widening as four tiles in front of her sunk into the ground. Chained manacles rising in their place.
“Oh, hell no” bringing her feet up, she kicked back at him.
She let out a piercing cry as he twisted her arm, almost breaking it. Tears springing to her eyes, she gasped as he suddenly let her arm go. She fell to her knees and looked up, her eyes widening as the dark-haired vampire was hurled across the room.
Draven stood, his face a mask of controlled rage. As he glared at the vampire rising from the group that he had landed in.
