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Another wave of calming sensations races through the bond. My eyes jump to Orcus’ and he nods at me before looking at his father.
“If you’re better, you can head back to the front of the line. We’re preparing a counter attack. No one plans an attack on my land and gets away with it.”
That’s what he’s worried about? Not the fact that his son was almost killed? There’s no way Orcus can go fight. He may be healed, but I don’t want to see him hurt again.
Orcus shakes his head. “I’m not going.”
His father growls. “I am your king and when I say—”
“You misunderstand me. The attack can wait. My mate is here and I think it’s time I do what you’ve always wanted.” Orcus lips kick up at the corners, but it’s not a kind smile.
“I thought you didn’t want the throne. Something about burden and wanting to live your life for yourself.” His father tips his head and sneers at Orcus like he’s nothing more than scum between his toes. “The vampire attack changed your mind then?”
“Daisy,” Orcus says, ignoring his father. “Come.”
Well, when he asks so nicely… I stay rooted to the spot and drop my hands to my hips. I send a snap of reprimand in Orcus’ direction. His father looks around, trying to find who his son is talking to. Suddenly his gaze finds me. I keep my spine straight even though my first instinct is to crawl into a hole.
“Daisy.” Orcus’ jaw is clenched now.
“Yes?”
Orcus crooks his fingers. “Come.”
Has being around his father made him dumb? I’m not a dog, and I refuse to be called like one, even with the king watching.
“Please.”
“What?” Orcus asks.
“I think you mean to say, Daisy, my sweet, wonderful Daisy, will youpleasecome here?”
Those navy irises flash with warning, but he clenches his fists and says very slowly, “Daisy, will you please come here?”
That’s better. With all of the confidence I don’t feel, I take my time walking toward Orcus. My breath trembles in my chest, but I keep my chin high. When I’m within grabbing distance, Orcus snatches me off the ground and plasters me to his chest. I swat at him and lean back. “I can stand on my own.”
“She’s mouthy.”
Orcus peers down at me. A hint of a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “She’s my mate.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a pet,” I tell him.
“Ladies don’t like to be told what to do,” he says with a sigh, remembering something I’d told him days ago.
“Only in certain circumstances,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his tusk and using the hold to pull myself up to brush my lips over his. “I’m tired,” I lie.
Orcus’ eyebrows scrunch, but I give him ago with itlook and his features smooth. “My mate is tired. We can discuss the arrangements for coronation later.”
“What if I’m not ready to give up the throne?” his father asks.
“You’ve already written it into law. What did it say? When the first son of the king takes a mate, he will inherit the throne.” Orcus begins to walk away. “And we both know that you’ve been waiting for a chance to escape accountability for all the problems you’ve caused.”
“Be careful with your words, Son,” he says to Orcus’ back.
I peer around my mate and meet the king’s gaze. Something shifts in my peripheral vision. Harald is holding one of his miniature daggers. Having caught my attention, the trull points to the king and pretends to drag the blade across his throat. Zyla’s watching him with terror slamming her eyebrows into her hairline. I shake my head and Harald deflates, tossing the little knife onto the mattress.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ladies don’t like break ups
