Page 66 of Warrior's Reign
“So you wanted an introduction? Let’s say hello.”
He gave no warning before he attacked.
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Reign discarded the idea of reporting immediately to Vykhan. She needed time to reflect and decide what she would tell him.
She limped into her quarters, realizing right away someone was inside the living room.
“Lights, one hundred percent.”
Vykhan stood near the digital window, staring at a live scene of the evening city.
“Report,” he said coolly, not looking at her. He wore all black—so he was in a mood.
“Make yourself at home.”
When he turned, she froze. Azure blue eyes were now black diamonds, hard and cold, his face expressionless. Her hackles rose, the aggression in the air rising.
“Loka Vohn,” he said.
Reign crossed the room, eyes trained on him. “If you wouldn’t withhold information, I could be more effective. You and Vohn have a history.”
His gaze lowered—to her mouth. “You know what is necessary for you to know.”
“You don’t get to draw that line with me anymore.” She narrowed her eyes, studying him. “You know Loka. Personally. There’s something you don’t want me to know about that relationship. But why? I don’t give a shit. Would you rather I found out what you’re hiding through other means?”
That question, with its dual meanings, hung in the air.
Vykhan closed the distance between them, looking down at her. He lifted a hand, his cool palm cupping the side of her face. “There are multiple levels to this game, and some of them you don’t need to play on. In any case, your strategy with Vohn has necessitated a change in mine.”
“Mystrategy?” So he had been observing. How the hell had he got ears or eyes in that room?
He stepped away, prowling through her small living area with restless energy brimming over. He must have realized at that moment, for he snapped back into stillness, standing with his utterly perfect, Silent posture. She followed his gaze to the vase of flowers sitting in a corner. The flowers gifted from his mother. He stared for a beat longer than turned back to Reign.
“He will not be so easy to seduce,” he said in a voice silkier than she had ever heard it. Silky and dangerous, his gaze once more on her mouth as he again drew closer.
Reign wet her bottom lip. “I kissed him as a distraction. I know how to play the game.”
“Not with these players. Take care—if you offer more, even inadvertently, he will take it.”
Now he was just being annoying. “I’m not a debutante, Vykhan. I can handle myself. I’m not a whore either.”
He lifted a hand, thumb brushing her bottom lip, pressing down. Her mouth parted, Reign exhaling a fluttering breath. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as he lowered his head.
“I know what you are, Reign Obe’shan,” he murmured. “Better than you think.”
Vykhan kissed her as if he wanted to erase Loka’s taste from her tongue. Gripped her chin in his hand as his other arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. The spark of lust she’d felt with Loka ignited into a wildfire with Vykhan.
She took his tongue, gifted her own, slipping her hands into the satin darkness of his hair. Her breasts tightened, responding to the low growl deep in his chest. A sound that both delighted and shocked. Vykhan, losing control. Vykhan, his desire in greater control than his mind.
Slowly, he pulled away. She almost reached for him again, but balled her hands into fists. She refused to beg. “You will be my undoing,” he said.
“I didn’t start this.”
He shook his head, and glided towards the entrance. “No, you did not. I did not say I have regrets, Reign. But I hope you are wise when you behold the jagged pieces of me.”
She stared. “What does that mean?”
