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I didn’t want them to be.
Didn’t want my king to be a liar and my father his henchman. But wouldn’t it be foolish to believe the Raven who’d captured me? The daughter of an oathbreaker? The prince who wanted to hurt me?
My head ached from all these questions. And what was the point of agonizing over it? As the future queen of Dranada, I could hardly sympathize with my husband’s enemy.
No, I could not.
When I reached an empty gap where a book had been taken, movement on the far other side caught my eye. A strike of dread hit my stomach. Oh, merciless gods, what washedoing here?
Malyr set a stack of books on the table that stood in front of a massive window, dressed in a white shirt, the fine black corset vest he wore above it perfectly tailored and tied in the back. It brought out his straight posture, his broad shoulders, the way his trim waist tapered down. Someone so cruel shouldn’t be quite so attractive…
That dread in my chest heightened when he lifted his head, freezing me in place. By sheer luck, he merely gazed into a corridor as though searching the shelves for a specific spine, then returned his attention to a book he’d opened in front of him. How long until he discovered my presence? Would pin me against a shelf and terrorize me, body and mind?
I quietly shifted and peeked right, toward the only door that led out of here a mere thirty steps away. It might as well have been a hundred, given how I had to cross the room right in front of him. Sebian was nowhere in sight. Curses, this couldn’t get any worse.
Until the flapping of wings lured my gaze back through the gap, just in time to see Lorn shape beside Malyr, throttling my breaths into flat, paced gasps. How had she gotten there so quickly?
No matter.
This wasdecisivelyworse.
Malyr quickly shut the book he’d been reading, only to grab another and place it atop, flipping through its crinkling pages. “What is it?”
Lorn sat on the table, scooting through the boundary of his arm to position herself in front of him, all while running her fingers along his waist. “When I came to your chambers last night, I found the door locked, the windows shut, the flight holes closed.”
It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked as though Malyr’s jaws tightened. “I was unwell.”
“Unwell…” That word came with a single breathed scoff as her fingers glided lower. “You’ve been feelingunwella lot lately.”
“Which is precisely why I have come here since the healers can find nothing wrong with me. Certainly, there is an answer to be found within these pages where my own leave me wanting. If only you wouldn’t be sitting on the book I intended to read.”
“You mean the one you hurriedly closed when I came?” Lorn shifted on her buttocks, but instead of reaching for the book she sat on, she pulled out the one beneath, and held it up between them.“Delos’ta lay.”
Delos’ta… what? What did that mean?
Malyr grew still. “Lorn, I—”
Lorn’s other hand shot up, slapping Malyr’s cheek with such force, it turned his head. She lifted her chin so provocatively high, my stomach sank under the weight of vicarious fear. He would kill her. Which should have pleased me, but, at that moment, I couldn’t deny a sliver of envy for the guts of this woman.
Malyr rolled his shoulder, letting a bone crack as he righted his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared her down. “You dare strike your prince?”
“You’re no prince to me.” Lorn moved that hand she kept between his legs, touching him there until he moaned. “You’re just a little Raven boy.”
Malyr’s features distorted until he barred his teeth. “Stop.”
“Mmm, you don’t have to pretend with me, Malyr. I know all your secrets. Know that this gets you hard, no matter how you want to deny it.” Lorn quickly undid his breeches, shoving them down just enough for her hands to reach around his buttocks where they seemingly kneaded, fondled, pulled the firm flesh apart, and… something else I couldn’t make out, but it lured one masculine groan after another from him. “Pretty little Raven boy.”
Malyr gripped her throat, his entire body trembling enough not even the distance could hide it. “I said, stop!”
“Pretty Raven boy.”
Shadows flared up around him. “Shut up!”
A gurgling, scratching laugh escaped her throat as she slapped him again. “Make me, pretty boy.”
“Shut your mouth, Raven whore!” In one quick move, Malyr pulled her off the table by her throat, spun her around, and pushed between her shoulder blades until her chest flattened on the table. He yanked her breeches down, rousing a quiver between my thighs. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A filthy whore.”
“Yes…” Lorn moaned and arched her back, offering herself up. “Same as you, pretty Raven—augh!”
