Page 82 of The Dark Fae Princess
I look back at the wall and try to determine the distance between the top of it and the balcony. For any regular person, it would be an impossible jump, probably even for the Fae, but with a bit of Vampire grace and athleticism, I might be able to get up onto the top of the wall and then onto the balcony from there. The thought makes my palms sweat. Yes, the wall is high, and the surface is completely flat, but I should be able to make it with a big enough jump, timed just right to use the wall mid-way up as leverage to make it to the top.
Only thoughts of Savvie get me to move. I’m not a hero. I’ve never claimed to be. I’m the clever asshole that’s too smart for his own good. Not the dive in headfirst and kick asses guy.
I stop thinking and just concentrate on the jump ahead. I gather up as much momentum as I can by running headlong at the wall and then I leap up, using my arms to balance me. My feet hit the wall roughly where I needed them to and bending my knees at the same time, I lift off again and land with only a small wobble on top of the wall.
I take a minute to slow my breathing down, crouching down low. After a beat, I come up straight and dive towards the balcony, executing a perfect somersault to land as quiet as a cat on the reasonably wide marble wall of the terrace.
I jump down silently and edge over to the open doors, staying in the shadows and getting low so that I can peer inside the bright room.
I bite my lip as I see a naked Ambrosia bent over on a massive white silk covered bed with a just as naked blonde man pounding into her ass with gusto.
She is making these awful fake noises but if he notices, he doesn’t care as he grunts loudly and comes in her rear passage before he pulls out and splashes the rest of his cum on her ass cheeks.
“Why can’t we fuck properly?” he growls at her.
She spins around, her deep red lips in a pout. “I’ve told you, Anders. Until we get married, no pussy sex.”
My eyes go wide.
Anders?
Married?
What the fuck?
He grumbles unintelligibly, but then he sighs. “It’s set for noon tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” she purrs, crawling across the bed towards him as he sits down on the edge. She wraps her arms around him from behind and sticks her tongue in his ear before she gets such an evil smile on her face, I shiver.
“As soon as that is done, we can fuck properly all you like so that I get pregnant as soon as possible.”
I blink, but then narrow my eyes. It doesn’t take a genius, even though I am, to figure out what is going on here. She is trying to usurp Savvie’s throne before she’s even been handed it. By aligning herself with the King of the Light Fae, thus making herselfQueenof the Light Fae, as a half Light male, half Dark Princess couple any child they have will be this Blessed child they talk of.
Little bitch,
But where does Savvie still fit into this? Why go to war for her?
I crouch even lower as Anders stands up and starts to pace.
“As soon as that is done, we are going to war with your father,” he states.
Ambrosia’s eyes go hard. “Why?” she spits out. “You don’t needhernow.”
Anders spins to face her, pulling his white silk robe on and tying the belt, leaving her naked and vulnerable.
“Iwanther. You are a means to an end, my dear. Nothing more.”
His words incense her. She flies at him, her fingers hooked, but he grabs her wrists easily overpowering her. “Youwill secure my reign over both of these lands tomorrow. I cannot get near enough to Savannah now that my hand has been shown without starting a war to get her cornered. Iwillhave her, make no mistake about that. Shewillsee the blood oath through to the end and have to make good on her words.”
“B-blood oath?” Ambrosia stammers.
“Oh, yes,” Anders says with a gleam in his eyes. “She will take me as her Light Fae mate. I will breed with two of you bitches to ensure thatoneof my heirs becomes the ruler of a united Fae Kingdom, and in the meantime, I will be revered as the true King of the Light Fae and not have to live in the shadow of my fucking father and brothers any longer!”
Ambrosia hisses at him as I go slightly green.
That’s his plan? Sick fuck.
“Iwill give you a child, ten children. You don’t need her,” Ambrosia insists, the jealousy written all over her face.
