Page 35 of Shadow's Raven


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Phalen slapped his hands on the table. “Ha! Allergic!”

Talia, who was obviously beyond entertained by the spectacle, said, “I’d say not, considering she managed to get pregnant.”

The entire table, minus Kol, erupted, including the Shadow Lord. Father smiled goodnaturedly. He was rarely ever phased. Even I found I had to bite the insides of my cheeks. Kol opened his mouth and I shook my head.

“Later,” I mouthed and watched him sullenly lean back in his seat.

Kol wasn’t stupid. He knew all the appropriate words for the fae anatomy. He was just too young to come up with those dirty-minded links on the fly. Really, I should have Father explain things. It was his fault for not nixing the nickname in the first place.

Once the hooting petered out, Lyric got back to business. “So, you assisted Draven’s rise to Shadow Lord, but you didn’t want it known. I can understand that. Then you went back to your home, carried on with your business, raised two kids, yada yada yada, and then Raven ended up in Sersha’s clutches.”

“There was a little more to all that, but yes,” Father confirmed.

“Alright, so, Raven, what in the hell did you do to piss off the Fae Queen?”

Wow. Lyric was more blunt than The Navita and that was saying a lot. Steeling myself, I inhaled, ready to give them my story. Most of it, at least.

“I—”

The doors crashed open, cracking loudly against the stone walls. In a nanosecond I was on my feet, my chair overturned behind me.

The intruder stalked across the threshold. His wild eyes searched, constricting when they found mine. Casimir halted, a herculean tower of lean masculinity demanding my attention.

And, oh, did he have it!

Outwardly I was as cold and smooth as granite. Inside I was a live volcano, reacting to the force of his remarkable bearing. Surely he was descended directly from the gods of lust.

The fabric of his black shirt hugged him tight. I could see almost every dip and valley of his chiseled frame—a frame that was expanding and contracting like a runner who’d just finished a race.

I’d known he was attractive when I’d seen him lying on the floor earlier, even with the blood. Seeing him animated, feeling his dominant presence and palpable virility, set me afire.

The low growl in his chest was one of possession. He tugged on the bond and the spell sputtered. It held but felt somewhat unstable.

Adrenaline flooded my system and heat grew between my legs. If he kept up that sound, he might be able to convince me to rut like an animal with him right here on the stone floor.

Even muted, the cord connecting us was an overwhelming lure. Or was it simply him?

Raven Ulrik

Chapter 10

Raven

Casimir loomed just inside the entryway, a barbaric beast blocking our exit. He held his long, sinewy arms in stiff arcs a few inches out from his sides. They flexed when his fists clenched and I imagined how it would feel to be wrapped in all that strength.

“What did you do?” The timbre of his voice echoed through the room like approaching thunder.

Kol tried to step in front of me and my Father jerked him away. The rest of the adults remained in their seats observing the scene with humored interest. I didn’t have time to dissect why.

“I didn't intentionally harm you. My apologies for breaking your skull,” I replied with well-practiced indifference.

“I’m not talking about my head. I’m talking about what you did to the soulbond you attempted.”

Kol gasped. Father remained silent. It wasn’t his usual style to intervene where I was concerned, not unless I was in actual danger.

“What did you do?” he asked once more.

“Perhaps you could be more specific?”

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