Page 49 of Clash of Sin and Secret

And the minute the Toronto skyline is dark enough, that’s where we’ll be heading because there is work to be done.

Energy tingles over my skin tonight. I feel alive.

It’s strange to think that only a few nights ago, everything felt like it was crashing down around me. It’s remarkable what bedding the woman you love can do to reset the axis of a man’s world.

I finally showed Scotland how much I love her.

No more dodging our feelings, or hiding behind past mistakes and the pain they caused. Just the pure, unfiltered connection we’ve always shared.

But better.

I can still taste her on my lips—the sweetness of her blood on my tongue, mingling with the intensity of her arousal. Even thinking about it has my cock thick and aching.

And then there are the images I’ve dreamt up, picturing what her reconciliation with Huntley looked like. Huntley didn’t get into specifics, but I know the two of them well enough to recreate the scene in my mind.

And then talking about what a four-person relationship looks like with Tucker in the mix…

The idea sounded ridiculous at first, but the more I think about it, the more appealing it becomes. We all want her. We all love her. Why not embrace it?

I chuckle to myself. Who would’ve thought Zane Vasari, King of the Toronto Seethe, would be considering a polyamorous relationship with my best friend and the children of both of my father’s Sacred Squires?

Would they approve? No.

Will that stop us? No.

But now that our personal lives are finally on track, I need to get our professional life sorted. The vampire world is watching, and I have enemies circling my kingdom.

I glance at the clock again—five minutes after I called them and asked them to come. Huntley was meeting with Link and the royal guards and Scottie was finishing up a last-minute training with Tucker and Jack.

I hear them the moment they enter the royal residence.

The door to my office swings open and Huntley strides in first. He’s looking every bit the Viking warrior tonight, with hisblond hair falling longer than he usually allows it to grow, and those piercing blue eyes meeting mine.

“You called for an audience, my king?”

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Are you ready for a little blood-spilling outing?”

A smirk creeps onto his face. “Always.”

Scottie follows behind him, her presence instantly lighting up the dim room like she’s our beacon in this dark underworld we navigate nightly. She walks with confidence now—there’s power radiating from her that wasn’t there before—thanks to her training and acceptance of her place as my squire.

“How was your training, Scots?” I push out from my desk and pat my lap.

She strides around my desk and sits right where I want her. I wrap my arms around her and run my nose under her hair, breathing her in. “Mmm, you smell like sweat and exertion.”

She giggles. “You make it sound sexy. It’s really not. I stink.”

Tucker chuckles as he settles inside the door. Now that I know his full intentions, I find his demeanor grounding despite him being built like an ox. “Even when you stink, you smell delectable.”

She blows him a kiss and then leans back to turn to me. “What’s going on? Why did you call us in?”

I gesture toward the shipping manifests and inventory papers strewn about on the top of my desk. “We have a shipment of enchanted objects coming in tonight. We’re going on a stakeout to oversee its arrival.”

“To find out where things are going missing?” Huntley asks.

“I want to follow our cargo from the moment the shipment arrives until it’s locked up tight within our warehouse. Someone, somewhere, is stealing from us.”

Scottie frowns. “Do I have time for a shower?”

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