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“I think I’ll pass on that,” I reply with a smirk.

“Your royal pain in the ass instructed me to ensure you drink this lovely concoction that looks like snot and baby shit, my Queen,” Liam says as if he is getting some sort of pleasure out of making me drink this. “It can’t be that bad,” he adds, thrusting the cup toward me.

“Have you tasted it yourself?” I ask skeptically.

“No, but I watched him make it before he left, and he was very insistent that you drink this lovely glass of vileness,” Liam explains.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him or my stomach,” I reply, cringing at the thought of the taste. It’s a flavor that’s hard to forget.

“Just take a sip, and I can say I witnessed you drinking it,” Liam suggests. I raise an eyebrow at him – he will have to pin me down to get me to drink that.

“If you can stomach it, then I’ll give it a try,” I challenge. Liam shrugs and sighs, holding the glass up.

“There’s not much I haven’t had in my mouth, my Queen, but if it gets you to drink it, I’ll have a little sippy sip,” he says, bringing the glass to his lips. He tips it back, taking a mouthful. I watch as he struggles to swallow, covering his mouth with his fist as he gags and coughs dramatically. He forces it down, looking as though he is swallowing a golf ball, and appears visibly pained. Just as he continues sputtering, Dustin walks in carrying my breakfast tray.

“Good God, that tastes worse than that prostitute I went down on,” Liam gasps, shaking his head. Both Dustin and I recoil in disgust. “What? The woman could have told me. How was I to know she was a hooker, and I was her fifteenth client for the day?” he mumbles the last part. My face twists in disgust, and so does Dustin’s. We could have definitely gone without that information.

“Wait, if she was a prostitute, how did you not know?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“To be fair, I was pretty drunk. I thought it was a hotel. Turns out, instead of a mint on my pillow, it had a woman,” Liam explains, taking another sip of the drink as he rambled on. Suddenly, he heaves, spitting the green substance all over Dustin. Dustin tenses, his face covered in the repulsive liquid, while Liam drops the glass onto the tray Dustin is holding. Frantically, Liam digs into his pocket and pulls out a small glass bottle that fits in the palm of his hand. The potent scent tells me it’s liquor. He quickly downs its contents, gulping it until the bottle is empty.

“Ah, nasty,” Liam said, wiping his mouth. I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh at the horrified look on Dustin’s face as he stood frozen in shock. Finally turning his head, Liam noticed that he had spat the drink all over Dustin and choked on his laughter before regaining his composure as an enraged Dustin glared at him.

“Well, that shirt was damn ugly anyway. All good. I’ll get you cleaned up,” Liam said nonchalantly, taking out a handkerchief to scrub Dustin’s face.

Dustin growled in frustration. “It’s my uniform! And you’re wearing the same one,” he snapped as Liam cleaned his shirt and face.

“One sec,” Liam said, licking the handkerchief wrapped around his finger before scrubbing at Dustin’s chin.

“They’re good as new,” Liam exclaims.

“You did not just clean me with your spit,” Dustin snarls.

“Ah, come on, Dustin, not the worst part of me you have had on your face,” Liam says, and Dustin’s face turns bright red. He shoots Liam a look.

“Liam!” Dustin snaps.

“What, I was just saying,” Liam shrugs.

“Little sensitive this one,” Liam says, sending me a wink.

“Do you have no manners? She is the Queen. You can’t speak like, ah,” he thrusts the tray at Liam before storming out.

“Wonder what crawled up his ass... besides me, of course,” Liam muses, watching Dustin leave. Unsure of how to respond, I simply shake my head and wander off to the bathroom, leaving Liam behind. After a quick shower and change of clothes, I feel refreshed and ready to find something to occupy my time.

As Liam escorts me downstairs, the castle seems unusually quiet. Most of the guards had accompanied Kyson on a raid of a nearby pack, leaving only a handful behind to secure the castle, which is locked down like a fortress in his absence.

“We could go for a walk in the gardens, my Queen. The King doesn’t...” Liam begins, but his sentence is cut short as he suddenly grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. Within seconds, he presses me against the wall, covering my mouth with his hand.

My heart races, pounding erratically in my chest as I stare into Liam’s eyes. I have never seen such a serious side of him, which makes me all the more worried. The playful man I have grown accustomed to is gone, replaced by a darker, more sinister version, alert and instinctual. His eyes flicker strangely, a sadistic gleam reflecting in them as they darken. I see his canines extended past his top lip. I hear Clarice’s frantic voice echoes down the hall before the doors adjacent to the staircase burst open. Liam pushes me further behind him as men in armorflood the halls from every direction. My hands tremble as I cling to the back of Liam’s shirt, wondering what is going on.

Guns raised, four other men – unmistakably Lycans – clad in suits enter the foyer. Clarice rushes in after them, her voice filled with anxiety.

“May I ask what this is about, Mr. Crux?” Liam inquires, motioning for Clarice to join him with a subtle gesture of his hand. She hurries to his side, whispering something urgently. I catch only the tail end of her sentence, mentioning how the guards had been taken out. Nervously, she glances at me from behind Liam. He nods, but his eyes remain fixed on the armed men surrounding us.

Chapter

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