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“Because.” Livia dug her claws into my shoulders. “It makes me think . . . I’d like to make those sounds again.”
“Good.” My lips caressed the slope of her neck. “Because I’ve thought of nothing else other than your sweet legs wrapped around me, your naked body in my hands, andmy nameon your tongue right before you come apart.”
Livia’s lips parted against ragged pants. Her body went still in my hold.
With my thumb, I tugged on her bottom lip. “You want me as much as I want you, Songbird. Admit it.”
On the surface, I was calm, snide, even arrogant. Inside, I was pleading, pathetic, and simpering. I never knew how desperately I wanted to hear the words from her, the words telling me she ached for me back.
I wouldn’t get them.
One of the guards by the doors of the hall pounded on the wood and lifted his voice over the crowd. “Lady Narza of the House of Mists.”
I froze.
Livia’s hand pressed to my chest. “Why is she here?”
“Stay behind me.” I stepped in front of her, using one hand to tuck Livia close against my back, then faced the entrance.
Crowds parted for a procession of several ladies of the House of Mists. Witches and sirens were both hauntingly beautiful. The difference was the women with siren blood had the darker eyes and ruby lips. The witches were more like a sea storm. Colorful hair and eyes like smoke lived behind their irises.
All powerful. All frightening.
Fione was among them, a smug grin on her painted lips when she singled me out in the crowd. Narza’s guards surrounded the women with red tipped spears made from toxic corals and shells found in the House of Mist’s territory.
In her role as the lady, she carried herself as though she ruled from every corner of the Ever Sea. Half a head shorter than me, still she seemed as though she might crush me under her feet.
“Lady Narza.” I gritted her name through my teeth, sharp as jagged steel, and gave a nod of respect. “What a surprise to have you in the palace. I thought you vowed never to return.”
“You’ve thought many things.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’ve heard the strangest talk. Something about the king claiming his earth fae.” Narza’s painted blue lips twitched. “I wanted to see the truth of it for myself.”
Blood pounded in my head; I tugged Livia against me.
Narza chuckled. “Rather protective of your bond with the woman. Is that the only reason?”
“She is the mantle of the Ever King, Lady. You will give her the honor of such a title.”
“Still on about the mantle.” Narza drifted around people, those too stunned by her presence to move, and came to stand in front of me. “Does that remain her only purpose?”
I tightened my hold on Livia’s waist. “I owe you no answers, Lady Narza.”
Her mouth twitched, no mistake the disdain she held for me was fighting to break through. “You do, though. Since you believe it is the gift of my house that has bonded you both. You seem taken by her, but have you shown her your heart? Truly? Does she know you? To reveal the darkest pieces will only deepen the bond, and only strengthen the ability to heal this land.”
“I know exactly who he is.” Livia took a step forward, nearly in front of me.
“Livia.” I tried to pull her back. A woman who succumbed to nerves chose this as her bleeding moment of boldness? She didn’t know Narza; she didn’t know her power.
My damn songbird swatted me away. More than one whisper followed. No one struck at the king and lived.
Livia stopped a pace away from Narza. “I am willingly aiding the king. Perhaps it did not begin that way, but desires change. I know the beauty of his black heart, I’ve seen it. But I also know, everybleedingstep he has taken has been to save his people. I’ve seen that this curse in the Ever was caused by enemies among you.”
A few gasps rippled through the hall.
“I also know the dark magic in the earth feels a great deal like a spell,” Livia said, an arrogant grin twisted over her mouth. “What house is it again that casts spells?”
