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)
“We leave,” my mate says.
Legend nods his head, and I smirk. “Allow me.”
I do the same movement I did with Cosima, only this time the globe forms around each of us. In a blink, we’re in the room where we hold meetings, looking down at the stadium below.
I turn to my King with a smile, cause the cat is now halfway out of the bag.
“Wait, that’s what you did?” he says, laughing. “So, where’d you send her?”
Creed goes straight for the bar in the corner and Sinner follows close behind.
“Bring my girl in...” London laughs, automatically finding the chair at the end of the table. “And I’ll tell you all everything you've missed.”
Knight pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a message to Silver and not a minute later, he's stepping into the room, Haide’s right behind him.
Good. Everyone is here. They're all going to want to hear this.
Knight
Haide and Silver stomp their way into the room, each decked out in their own version of battle gear, but while Silver swapped his for a clean pair after the blood bath today, Haide chose to leave the blood of her victims where it landed.
“That girl’s a slippery little sadist,” she says, unstrapping the harness from her chest and waist.
“Almost as slippery as you,” Silver complains.
“Awe, come on now, baby...” She smirks, and Legend's head snaps over his shoulder, eyes narrowing on the new girl. “I thought all men liked it a little slick?”
London laughs loudly, lifting her hand up for a high five as Haide walks by, headed right for the bar.
She tosses her weapons to the ground once she gets the last strap undone and hops up right on top. She cocks her head, staring down at Legend with a bored expression, then quickly steals the drink from his hands and lifts it to her lips.
“I take it you didn't find the traitor?” His words are slow, and I note the way he clenches the bottle of liquor tighter.
My eyes snap to London’s just as hers meet mine and she lifts a brow.
“Nope.” She pops the P. “Like I said, she’s slippery. Every time we caught your dear sister’s trail, she covered it with sage or saffron or some other kind of herb you can find in the wild, so no reason to think she had someone’s help. I scented no one, not even a healer.” She looks across the five of us, speaking with certainty. “She’s alone.”
As I assumed she would be. I can’t pretend to know her anymore, but she’s at least smart enough not to allow someone weaker than her to tag along and get her caught.
Legend isn't satisfied with the new girl’s answer. “What makes you think we would trust your word?” He yanks the now empty glass back from her, refilling it for himself, and taking a small sip. “Do you even have tracking skills?”
Haide curves her fingers over the edge of the bar, leaning forward until she’s in his face. “I might not be a big bad badass like you, King Legend, but I am nothing … if not a hunter.”
Legend is quiet a moment. “You think you’re a bigger predator than me, crazy girl?”
Haide holds his stare, unblinking, then before he sees it coming, snags the drink right back. She hops down, taking the bottle, too, and moves to join London in her chair rather than sitting in a free one.
“Besides,” she passes London the bottle, and they cheers one another, “the Queen trusts me... so fuck the Kings—”
She cuts off when Legend growls, and when the girls look to each other, they both start laughing.
And fuck me, if I didn’t miss the sound of my girl’s laughter. It wasn’t pointed at me as much as I wish I could claim it was, the start of our story one for the next generation’s Book of Nightmares. Mostly it was when she was with Sin or Lege … or Ben. Hardly ever with me, but that shit’s done with now.
I’ll earn all her smiles and laughter, even the ones she’ll give when I bend her ass over my knee. I can see it now, her long white hair tied tight around my wrist, neck stretched to its max as she peeks at me the little bit I allow. Her lips will curve in a dare, and that laughter she gives when my control snaps will be that of a heady giggle, pointed straight at my cock. I can see the moments right after I’m done taking her how I want her, too. The soft curve of her lips and those big, icy eyes staring into mine with more love than I deserve but will greedily take. And the girl does love me, even if she hasn’t spoken the words. She doesn’t need to.
Look what my baby did for me. That says it all.