Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She saved Rathe as we know it.
London gazes at me knowingly, so when I feel her gift poking against mine, I drop the barrier and let her in, both of us aware she doesn't need to use her gift to get inside, she just needs to tug the bond that beats with life between us, and it will roll the fuck over for her. She doesn't want that though.
She wants me to allow her a look around.
She wants my every guard to drop.
And as her eyes mist over from her place across the room, the others completely oblivious to us, she sees the truth in my memories.
My guard fell away the moment we met and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it back up. One look in her eyes, and I was fucking done for.
Her smile drops to her lap and my lips curve slightly.
What’s the matter, baby, don’t like it when I’m sweet? Rather me tell you I’m going to punish your pussy for putting yourself in all the danger you did?
Her eyes pop up, and she responds in my mind. Duh.
An unexpected chuckle escapes me, earning me looks from the rest of the room.
“London, you gonna keep picturing all the ways you’re gonna fuck the Kings of Rathe or you gonna tell us where Mother Dearest is?”
“Kings?” Haide looks to London in question. “So, it is a them situation?”
“No. It’s not.” I glare at my idiot twin.
“Little H,” Sinner ignores me. “Did London tell you about the time I sat her on Legend's lap and buried my fingers deep in—”
A growl rips from my throat, one I've never heard and wasn’t sure I made until my brothers jump from their seats, eyes wide and on me.
I look to where London sits and slowly, she rises.
She comes to me, each step slower than the last, and then she’s right here, looking up at me in awe.
Her warm palm presses over my shirt where my heart beats, and instantly, my chest begins to rumble, the vibration echoing through my every bone and her icy eyes flare.
“There he is,” she breathes, her mouth lifting into a wide smile. London blinks, and as her eyes reopen, they’re blown completely black. “We've been waiting to meet you, our beast, and there you are, ready to play. My demon King.”
Demon.
I look closer in the pit of darkness her eyes have formed, seeing my own for just a moment.
Black, blown orbs stare back at me, and I glance at my brothers, awestruck and imagining the day they’re set free like I’ve been.
I turn back to London. “How?”
She chuckles, a dark edgy sound. “I am Queen of Rathe, my King. Your Queen. How clearer of a message do the fates need than that?”
My Queen. My mate.
My fucking Ethos.
Unlocked.
I dig around in London’s mind, devouring every part of me she’s kept closed, getting drunk on the images that run through her thoughts, storing every dirty detail, silently promising to fulfil her every fantasy, starting with the one of us on my throne.
Then I find what I’ve been missing—everything that happened from the day I came back to the Faelific Fortress to find out she was gone.
Her hate for me was so strong, but under it, her love for me held tighter. She couldn’t let me go any more than I could her.
She chose me long ago.
There’s so much to sift through, and I want to start from the very first painfully crushing moment, when she entered into that cave and got her memories back, reliving what I had done to her all over again, but London shoves against me in her head, showing me what she wants me to focus on in this instant.
I see it, clear as fucking day.
A loud laugh leaves me, and I shake my head, looking to my brothers. “Our Queen did Mother one worse than death.”
Haide jumps to her feet, a smile growing across her face. “No...”
“Oh, yeah.” London smirks.
“What are we missing?” Legend glares.
“Mother isn't sitting somewhere waiting for execution. She’s been banished.” I look to Haide, the puzzle pieces of who she is and where she came from coming together. “She’s on Exile Island... with a gang of angry Stygians.”
“Oh. Shit.”
Thirty-Two
Knight
Spinning the dagger that killed our father in my hand, I step out into the hall, admiring the work that went into these walls.
After the coronation, after Yemon, our people needed a purpose deeper than the one they already serve, so when a group of our finest craftsmen came to us with an idea, we were all ears.
They asked for permission to have the honor of constructing the new and improved Royal mansion, one that would represent not a king and his queen, but each King and his future Queen when she comes along.
With Vicente and Odin overseeing and approving, that's exactly what they did.