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“That doesn’t mean I don’t have questions,” I retort. I have so many questions, like where all the Landeena people came from and why I didn’t know there were so many left from my parents’ kingdom.

Why was the council freaked out at the mention of who I was, also why did Kyson never tell them who I am? It was clear that besides Cassandra, none of them knew I was Azalea the missing Landeena princess.

Kyson growls. leaning down to peck my lips. “I meant what I said, you don’t have to worry,” I growl at him trying to pull my hands from his grip. His grip tightens and he stares down at me.

“Well, aren’t you in a lovely mood this morning,” he says, leaning down and nipping at my lips. I wouldn’t be in a bad mood if he would fucking answer instead of keeping secrets from me.

“Yes, because you aren’t answering my questions! Instead, you are trying to fuck me, now stop it. And let me go! I need to pee,” I snap at him.

Kyson presses his lips in a line and I can feel his anger at me denying him, but he reluctantly lets me go. I quickly rush off to the bathroom.

When I come back out, I find Kyson pulling on some clothes. He does the zip up on his jeans before pulling on a button-down shirt.

I grab some clothes, a black blouse and dark blue jeans. “You’re not coming with me,” he says, looking over at me while buttoning up his shirt.

“Of course not, I am supposed to be seen and not heard, right? Listen but don’t ask questions. Sit and rot in the castle, waiting in the dark for you to feed me any minuscule piece of information,” I snarl at him.

“Azalea, knock it off,” he says, looking at me with darkened eyes.

“I’m coming with you,” I tell him.

“No, you are staying here. Damian, Gannon, and I are only going for a few hours, so spend time with Abbie,” he says, but I ignore him instead, pulling some socks on and reaching for my shoes.

He snatches them off me, suddenly becoming angry. “I said you’re staying here!” Kyson snaps.

I purse my lips, fighting back tears. Why is it that every time I ask a question, he avoids answering or dismisses me? Kyson sighs when I sit back on the bed. He walks over and stops next to me, crouching down in front of me and placing his hands on my knees.

“I need to go check out Kade’s pack for information regarding the missing rogues, those women we found, Abbie identified from her time there. When I get back you can ask your questions.”

“But will you answer them?” I ask. He drops his head.

“There are some things that are safer if you don’t know.”

“Bullshit!” I tell him and his grip on my knees tightens. He clenches his jaw and presses his lips in a line.

“Why did the council freak out when they heard who I was?” I ask, and he looks at me.

“When I get back, not now. I am busy, and I don’t want to argue. I nearly just lost you for goodness’ sake, let me sort some things out, and then when it’s safe, I will explain.”

I shake my head and chew the inside of my lip.

“You’re the King, you’re always busy! Yet not too busy when you want something!” I snap at him.

“Azalea, enough. We will talk when I get back,” he says, standing up and kissing my forehead. Kyson then walks out.

Chapter

Fourteen

ABBIE

The weight of responsibility churns in my stomach like a storm as I watch Gannon stir from his makeshift bed. With each groan or snore that escapes his lips, the reality of Cassandra’s precarious fate bears down on me. His body sits up from the couch with a series of pops and cracks as he stretches.

I’d offered many times to trade places with him, to take the couch so he could sleep in comfort, but Gannon is as stubborn as he is protective. He stretches, long limbs extending until his back issues a loud crack, the sound echoing off the walls and pricking at my conscience. Guilt gnaws at me, adding to the queasiness that refuses to abate.

Despite the turmoil inside me, my hands move with purpose, setting out his clothes on the bed. Meanwhile, I pull on my uniform when I notice him watching me.

My fingers brush over the fabric, smoothing out invisible creases, while my other senses remain acutely aware of his presence in the room, studying me.

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