Page 99 of Madness of Her Mages

Another wind whipped across the table. “We spiked their drinks, but it was only a laxative,” Felicity blurted, then covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

Her mates gaped at her as she gave them apologetic looks.

“Why?” I demanded.

“To make you look a fool,” she answered, then slapped her hand over her mouth again. A futile move. Nobody could resist my siren’s call.

“Why?” I pressed.

She let out a frustrated cry, then answered, “So Malvolia wouldn’t make you her heir.”

My eyes narrowed. “Do you want the throne for yourself?”

“Yes!” she cried out, then slouched in her chair.

Malvolia stood there a long moment, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “I see.”

Steffan pointed an accusatory finger at my chest. “It’s not true! She’s using her siren voice to force my mate to lie.”

My mates let out low growls, their iron-eyed glares focused on Steffan.

I folded my hands in front of me, doing my best to keep my composure. “That’s not how my siren works.”

“It is!” His face turned as red as molten lava. “You’re putting the words in her mouth, using her as your puppet.”

“I’m not.”

He flashed a triumphant grin. “Then prove it.”

I clucked my tongue, realizing Felicity’s mates weren’t very smart. “Give us proof you’re after Malvolia’s throne,” my siren said to Felicity.

She popped up, the words flying off her tongue. “My diary.” She gasped, covering her face with her hands.

Felicity,Steffan projected to his mate,shut up.

I can’t help it.Felicity nodded in my direction, snarling like a wounded dragon.She’s making me.

I gave Felicity a long, heated look. “Where is your diary?” My siren voice reverberated through the room, rattling the overhead chandeliers.

The words were pulled from her like she was hurling vomit. “Under the chair by my bed.” She bit down on her lip, her eyes wide with panic.

Malvolia motioned to two fire mages in dark cloaks standing behind her. “Go retrieve it.”

They bowed and quickly flew out of the room.

“Well, Cousin.” Malvolia gave Felicity a threatening glare while drumming her long nails on the table. “What will this diary reveal?”

Felicity didn’t answer as she hung her head, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.

I didn’t feel sorry for her. “Tell her,” I said, my siren voice echoing across the walls.

She looked up at us, the words spilling from her lips. “My innermost desires.”

“I see.” Malvolia leaned back in her chair, chewing her bottom lip. “How were you going to assume my throne? By killing me?”

“No,” Felicity blurted.

“Answer truthfully,” I commanded.

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