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“You would have us draw out her pain? Perhaps even give her false hope?” Fenyx looked delighted with the idea. “Truly, you surprise me, Lady Morgan.”
“Then I’ll beseech my brother to do as I’ve suggested. If you agree, Lord General. You see? It seems we can agree on some things.”
I was too honest to be a good spy. Because all I really wanted to do was kill Fenyx, destroy Excalibur, and free Lancelet.
Instead, here I was, trying to outplay my brother’s general. I wasn’t sure if I was succeeding or making things much worse—for Lancelet and myself.
Fenyx’s blue eyes gleamed as he looked down at me. “You’re more like your brother than you’ve let on, Morgan Pendragon.”
“I suppose that is meant to be a compliment.”
“I knew there was more to you than a simple maiden, and I’m glad to have been right. Like all women, you enjoy sparring with me.” My stomach turned. “But in the end,” Fenyx continued, “we’re more alike than you care to admit.”
Before I could move or turn away, his mouth was on mine.
His tongue was sweet and heavy, thrusting between my lips, plunging into me again and again. His hands gripped my waist, tugging me against him as I struggled, my hands pushing against his armor.
When pushing did nothing, I lost my temper. In a fury, I bit down hard on his tongue until I tasted blood.
I tried not to gag as he slowly removed his tongue and stepped back.
“Yes, fight me,” he said, panting and licking blood from his lips. “It’s so much sweeter that way.”
“You’re sick,” I spat.
“Am I? I think you like it, you little bitch.”
I glanced around to see if anyone had heard him, but Arthur’s remaining guards were on the other side of the pavilion, and the nobles had all dispersed.
The memory of Fenyx’s tongue in my mouth made me feel like retching out all of my horror and disgust.
“What about a deal?” Fenyx held up his hands. A small line of blood trickled from his lower lip.
Good. The only thing I liked about him was seeing him bleed.
“What deal?”
“I’ll convince Arthur to put Lancelet in the arena next time. And in return...”
“No deal,” I snapped, already guessing where this was going. “Whatever you want from me, you can’t have it. Not from me.”
I would get Arthur’s agreement myself.
His lips thinned. “Fine. But as your brother has all but approved our betrothal, there’s no point in continuing this little ploy. Enjoy your freedom while you can. It will be short-lived. When I am your husband, your every waking moment will be accounted for.”
I moved to the stairs, ignoring his threats, and made my way down to the main road where another carriage was waiting to take me back to the castle.
Things were happening too fast. Fenyx and his obsession with me was a complication not even Merlin could have predicted.
I had to warn Lancelet and get her out of the castle before she could be executed, in the town square or in the arena. The latter might buy her a little more time, but it was infinitely more dangerous.
One way or another, Lancelet had to leave Camelot.
