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"Did I say that out loud?" I ask, mortified.

"Yes, so it better be me you are speaking of. If I find anyone else purring at you, I will remove their vocal cords and lungs," the King laughs, kissing the side of my mouth.

"Why are you…" I mumble, my words becoming harder to form the more he purrs.

"Sleep, Ivy. I will wake you when we get to the hotel," he says, and I feel myself sucked under as sleep and his command takes me.

ChapterThirty-Five

KYSON

I didn't want to punish her, but she lied to me once again, and I had no choice. I knew something was up with her and Ester, and Ester would pay for whatever she has done. However, I should be able to count on my mate to tell me the truth. Damian said he would tell me later when we got back to the castle, so whatever it was, he found out from Dustin, one of my guards. He was afraid of speaking about it in front of Ivy in case I lost control again.

Her breathing evens out as I hold her. My skin tingles where hers touches mine and drives me crazy with desire, my cock hardening beneath her. I unclip her bra, letting it open, and she sighs as I pull it off and out from under her. Her pink, hardened nipples graze my chest.

I must admit, I like her drunk. She has loosened up significantly, forgetting my title and her own. Yet I can't keep her constantly intoxicated, even though seeing her like this has its appeal.

I trace my fingers down her back, and a growl escapes me as I trace the scars that litter it. The lash marks that cover her back are deep and jagged, with a purplish-red hue. They criss cross each other in patterns. Her skin is rough under my fingertips. Some are still healing, while others have faded. She whimpers and stirs, but I turn the calling back on her again. I love how she melts against me, pressing closer and turning her face into my neck.

The car begins to slow as we pull over for gas. When we do, Damian climbs in the back with me and slides onto the seat across from me. Gannon climbs in behind him a few seconds later and closes the door.

Both of them notice her state of undress and avert their gazes to the windows while Damian rummages through the storage under his seat and pulls out a thin throw blanket. He hands it to me, and I quickly drape it over her to cover her bare back.

“You can turn,” I tell them, and they both face me.

"We may need to take an alternate route. I don't like the Black Forest; there are too many hiding places for an ambush," Damian tells me.

"It will be an extra half a day's drive," I tell him.

"I'm sorry, Kyson, but it is not a risk I am willing to take," he says.

I peek down at Ivy in my arms, and I notice out of the corner of my eye that he does too.

"You're right, whatever is safer," I tell him, and Damian nods, releasing a breath of relief. I won't risk her life over half a day. I know that is why both of them came in to tell me such news –they worried I would argue with them over this, but when it involves Ivy’s safety, I won’t take unnecessary risks.

"Did you find out more about her history, her last name, anything about her?" I ask, turning my attention to Gannon.

"No, but I reached out to the old Alpha. He said he would dig her files out, and I could come to collect them next week."

"I will come with you," I tell him, and he nods.

"He was curious as to why we wanted to know about her, though," Gannon says.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, of course. I told him I wanted Abbie's files too – told him that we wanted to know if they could be trusted amongst the other servants."

I nod at his words. He's always a quick thinker when put on the spot, which is why he's my third in command.

My fingertips trace down her back under the blanket, feeling the ridges of her spine and her scars. She's underweight, which bothers me just as much as the scars lining her back, and I suddenly feel guilty for making her sick. I would have to make it up to her.

"He said she was young when she came, and her parents put up a fight. Apparently, her father killed the orphanage headmistress's mate," Gannon tells me.

"Would explain why she was punished so brutally. Why would he let her remain with the headmistress, knowing that?" I growl.

Gannon growls while shaking his head.

"Did he say why there were only two rogue children in the orphanage?" I ask.

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