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“No! Fuck!” I roar, whipping around.
The people gasp, whispering, having no idea what is going on.
“Your princess is a traitor to the crown. She helped the council capture your Lords!” Vicente shouts.
“No!” Mother shouts, but Sinner wraps his palm around her mouth yanking her back.
The streets grow loud, shouting and screaming but it’s one person’s I latch onto.
“There! On the terrace!” someone shouts.
I whip around to find London and her at the edge of the Ministry building, the very building I threw her off. Rage beats wildly in my chest.
“My Lord, is that your mate?!” another shouts.
“That is the reject!”
“No!” I boom, and instantly, silence falls. My pulse beats wildly, with anger and fear and pride as I stare up at my white-haired beauty. “She is no reject. She is the future. She is Villaina Lacroix, saved and protected by your fallen King. She saved me and my brothers from the treachery of the council. She is my mate. We call her London... but you will call her Queen. She is more deserving of the title than any before her.”
My eyes slide to my mother’s, and the look she gives me is none I’ve seen.
Later, Mother.
“Our King has chosen his Queen!” a man roars. “Praise Satan!”
Roars and howls fill the air.
“Why are we still down here?” Legend growls.
“Temperance can’t possibly be stronger than London.” Creed watches them closely. “But royal blood does course through her veins.”
Baby...can you hear me?
The bond beats strong in my chest, her acceptance felt and understood though not yet spoken into fruition.
“Yes.” Her whisper rolls across my mind.
Listen to me... it was her. She helped the council.
Silence wills the space linking my thoughts to hers, and then darkness.
The sky revolts, sparking and rumbling and the ring around Saturn goes dark.
In my peripheral, I catch my brothers' heads snapping toward me.
“Ah, fuck,” Creed mutters.
Mother struggles in Sinner’s arms. “Vicente! Stay with her, go back to the Royal Estate!”
Mother protests, but they’re gone in a split second, Sinner stepping back through the open portal and closing Mother and the commander on the other side.
My eyes are locked on the white hair blowing from high above.
Baby-
“Quiet, lover. The girls are talking.”
Her words are teasing, but the way they leave her are anything but.
