Page 51 of Dark Fae's Secrets
We glare at each other for a few moments when the Guard returns. “I’m to take you to her,” he states.
“Thought so,” I say, giving Hans a smug smile and then step forward. The magickal barrier bounces, but lets me through with a bit of effort.
The Guard grabs my arm and Puffports me away, into the Palace and outside of a big ornate double door. I grimace at the bright light. I don’t know how she manages to endure living here being a Dark Fae.
The Guard knocks twice and then Puffports away back to his post, I assume.
“Enter,” Ambrosia calls out.
Pushing open the doors, I’m fully prepared to strangle the life out of this bitch.
As I close the doors, I turn to face her and resist the urge to roll my eyes. She is laid out like a delicacy on the chaise longue, her expanse of thigh exposed, a thin strip of white silk draped over her tits and pussy to cover her modesty. Her hair is loose, and her eyes are full of fire.
“Jerrick,” she purrs. “Finally decide to take me up on my offer?”
“To ride me until I break?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
She giggles. “That’s the one.”
I force a smile on my face. “Maybe another time.” I’m going to try diplomacy first and if that fails then…
“Boo,” she pouts. “What then? Come to drag me home?”
“No, I won’t drag you anywhere. But you should come home,” I say.
Her bored expression shows signs of interest. “Oh? That little whore is going to give me my throne?”
I clench my fists and falter in my decision to be diplomatic for a moment.
“No, Savannah is the rightful heir. But I’m sure you’ve heard the rumor already about her… other powers.”
I’m right in my assumption that the gossip mongering has reached her ears. Her sour face says it all.
“Pah,” she scoffs. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“I’ve seen it, you should believe it. If she comes for you, you won’t win. You will stand trial for treason and be executed.”
She pales. But then she lifts her chin up defiantly. “My father won’t let that happen.”
“He won’t have a choice.”
“I’m not coming home,” she states. “I’m the Queen here now. I’m carrying the heir to the throne.”
“Are you?”
It pisses her off. “Of course I am. How could I lie about that?”
I shrug. “Could be anybody’s.”
“You bastard,” she hisses, but I’ve rattled her. She knows now that there are some Fae who don’t believe her. Rumors of another kind revolving around her. She doesn’t like it.
She sits forward and the silk slides down her body, exposing her tits. I try not to look, but I can’t help it. My eyes drop before shooting back up.
She smirks and removes the silk completely.
I definitelydo notlook lower down. Savvie will have my hide.
“Tell you what,” she says. “I will leave that silly bitch alone, she can havemyDark Fae throne, but she leaves me the fuck alone as well. Here, as Queen of the Light Fae.”
