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But when the Queen of Clubs had looked into the cradle and seen that tiny, innocent face, she’d stayed her hand. Instead of a rival for her new husband’s attention, she’d seen the answer to all her prayers. Snow White gave her back the opportunity to be a parent. In return, the Queen of Clubs protected her, and guided her, and granted all of her wishes.
No matter how sickeningly bland.
“I couldn’t wait, anymore.” Snow White wore a pink ruffled dress and a ribbon in her dark hair. The former-her would have been appalled at the ludicrous fashion choices. “Is he here yet?” She asked eagerly, bouncing on her heels. “Is he? Is he?”
The Queen of Clubs closed her eyes briefly at the inane question. That bitch Scarlett Riding-Wolf would pay for what she’d done. And the cost would be any woman’s most prized possession:
Her family.
The Mad Hatter sighed. As Snow White’s father, he shared in this tragedy. He couldn’t feel it as deeply as amother, but he still mourned their lost daughter and did his best with the shell they had left. “For the eleventyth time: He’s here. But he’s still getting ready, Snow. Soon.”
“Yay!” Snow White clapped her hands. She went skipping back out of the room, black ringlets bouncing. Only one topic in the world kept her attention for more than a nanosecond and he was presently chained in the dungeon, being fitted for a tuxedo.
The Mad Hatter glanced at the Queen of Clubs, again. “Remember, this isyourproject, Anna. I still say she can do better.”
“And I know what my baby wants.”
“Are you sure Bluebeard can even do this? The guy seems like a putz to me.”
“He’dbetterdo it, putz or not.” Her brow furrowed, wondering if that imbecile with the turquoise facial hair really was up to the job. All her research indicated he was the very bestwith this sort of magic, but the Mad Hatter was right. The man was beneath them. “If Bluebeard can’t do it, we’ll kill him and start again.” She decided with a firm nod. “Therehasto be a way to give Snow her happily ever after.”
You didn’t give up, even when the whole world conspired against you.
Not when your little girl was counting on you to make all her dreams come true.
Chapter Eightteen
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Esmeralda’s heart pounded, as she stared up at Trevelyan. “Your dragon wants me?”
“It always wants you. You’re our mate. But seeing your magic…” He swallowed, stepping back farther, like there wasn’t enough space between them on the balcony. “I am --heis-- too keyed up, right now. He just wants to claim you, over and over andover.”
“That sounds great!”
He shook his head, scraping a hand through his long hair. “Sex would be… rough. Without finesse. He can’t get out without magic, but he’s in my head.”
“The dragon isyou, Trev. You’re him. No matter which of you is at the helm, you’re still in control.” She didn’t doubt that for a second. The man was the biggest control freak she’d ever met. “Just have fun with it.”
“Fun?” He frowned, like that was crazy talk.
“Yeah. I just defeated an army. I’m in a cheerful mood. I want my two orgasms. Let’s go.”
“Sex isn’t about fun.” He’d retreated all the way back to the balcony’s railing, which showed how antsy he felt. Trevelyan never retreated from anything, certainly not from her. “I’m very serious about my proficiency.”
“You don’t takeanythingseriously. A fire-breathing monster just attacked and you were ready to make popcorn, by the end.”
“But, I’m excellentat sex. It’s my very best skill. I’m not going to be less than excellent with you, of all people.”
“I don’t care how ‘excellent’ you are. I care how much you want me.”
