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“The fuck it is. And she sure as shit doesn’t belong to you, you reprobate.” He pointed at the floor. “Sierra, come here. Now.” Fadon stood feet away now, his stern face tight with command. But his dark eyes were glued to my sex, and I could see his breath hitch as Lucius’ played with me.
For some reason, I wanted to cry. Instead, I just shook my head. “He’s my mate, Fadon. My husband.”
The look of hurt on Fadon’s face as he met my eyes was devastating. “What?”
Another chuckle at my back. “She’s mine now. As is everything around you,” Lucius said. Triumph peppered each syllable.
Fadon, shirtless and fierce, looking like everything an Ongahri male alpha was said to be, lunged forward, knocking the throne back off its legs. I screamed around Lucius’ hold. My legs were now free, but before I could get up, Fadon grabbed me and pulled me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Guards, kill this intruder!” Fadon shouted.
I heard the sound of boots marching in as Fadon removed us from the room. I raised my head and looked back to the throne, where Lucius was now standing, a sword in his hands. He was attempting to fight off House Trajan’s men, but their numbers were too great.
As the door shut behind us, I could see Lucius falling to the horde. I pounded on Fadon’s back, crying in earnest now, as the throne room was shut to me, leaving Lucius inside to fight for his life.
“Lucius! No!” I screamed, hitting Fadon’s back over and over. “Let me—”
I blinked my eyes open and felt the splash of tears there. The room was dark, not even the remaining embers in the fire were enough light to see by. Beside me, Lucius slept on, on his stomach, an arm resting high on the pillow, one leg bent. The blankets were off to the side of the bed for some reason, and goosebumps covered my body as I shook away the nightmare.
What a horrible, terrible dream, one I hoped never to have again.
Knowing sleep wouldn’t come for some time, I got up and walked over to the chair where I’d left my robe draped over the back, and put it on, tying it tightly around my waist.
I hadn’t dreamed about Goth Mor Helle in… I couldn’t remember. The dream had been downright awful, and I could still feel the effects of it as I tip-toed to the door and closed it shut behind me.
In the kitchen, I filled a kettle and got it heated, then reached for a mug and the tea box.
“Can’t sleep?” Farah asked, fully dressed and hair brushed.
Startling, I almost dropped the mug. “Gods, you scared me.”
“Sorry, my lady. Bad dream?”
I nodded. “What are you doing here? You didn’t go… home last night?” I had no idea who Farah was mated to, knew nothing about her at all, really, and I frowned at that knowledge. Ever since I’d stepped foot on Ordelpho all I’ve thought about was myself. The summation made my stomach feel raw.
“Actually, I just got here. I came to get you.”
I turned her way, setting down the tea box. “For what? It’s the middle of the night, Farah.”
The kettle whistled high and she walked over to it, grabbed a cloth, and took it off the fire. She poured the water into my mug and added the tea. The scent teased my nose.
“The Sapera would like a word.”
I must have made a face, because she added dryly, “She’s coming here, don’t worry.”
Indeed, Lucius still hadn’t forgiven the woman—let alone Farah—for taking me away from him that morning I went through the rite, which to this day I barely remembered. Although I do remember Lucius’ torment and his taking me right in the middle of the dirt path outside the Sapera’s gates, rutting me in front of all and sundry.
Smiling, I focused on Farah. “Any idea what it’s about?”
She handed me my tea and took a seat at the table. I did the same.
“No, but probably because you’re leaving us for Odessia.”
I checked to see if she was saddened by that fact, or whether she disapproved. Farah was already hard enough to read, so of course I saw nothing.
A knock at the back door alerted us that the female elder was here, and Farah went to let in the Sapera, who came strutting into the kitchen like it was her own.
“Sierra Dega, good to see you again, child.” She took the seat Farah offered her and reached for my hand. “You are a hard woman to get a hold of. Trust me, I’ve tried.
