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As if Reign wasLohail’s,and she already ruling as mistress in Lohail’s domain. The monster’s claw scratched to be released.
“I will tell her myself.” Vykhan’s voice deepened into a rich, silky croon. “And, Lohail, my friend. . .if she comes to any harm under your protection, there will be war between us.”
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:Reign.:
She froze for a split second. The voice. . .didn’t sound like Vykhan. Dark, bitter, razor edged with bristling emotion. Anger, possessiveness, a crooning promise of either death or sex she couldn’t tell. But someone could be fucking with her.
“Who is this?”
Displeasure drifted in the sound waves. :Vykhan.:
“Try again.”
:Has Lohail behaved in a manner that would force me to take his life?:
Okay, maybe it was Vykhan. “A hard no on offing our only potential ally here.”
:I will not offer rebuke if he gives me no reason to do so. His memory is selective.:
She didn’t want to ask. “And what exactly do you need him to recall?”
:Who I am.What I am willing to do.:
Her transport had docked, guards waiting to escort her onto Anthhori to this suite. Well appointed, but not luxurious. Impregnable. No voice command she knew worked, and she’d been stripped of her tech—for her comfort and protection. Some tech was incompatible with the security protocols in this wing and it would be a shame if she accidentally triggered them and was considered an intruder. Or so she’d been told.
:Obe’shan, focus.:
Definitely Vykhan. No one else called her Obe’shan in quite that tone of voice. Impatient, demanding, slightly rebuking—goading. One of these days everyone would know Vykhan was about as Silent as her ass.
“. . .sir. I’m fine. I’ve been taken to a guest suite.” She hesitated. “Vykhan?”
:It is no trick. I have access to the comm systems on this level of Anthhori.:
She’d bet an upgrade that he hadn’t gained such access as part of his duties to Ibu.
Why would a FirstAdekhanand scion of a high social ranked family have comm access to a private deck on Anthhori? In the back of her mind she resumed sorting through worst case scenarios and piecing together what she thought she already knew.
“Are you on board?” she asked.
:Shortly.Avoid retaining too much of Lohail’s attention. Appear uninteresting, and of no particular threat.:
“When are you going to explain this dynamic between you and Lohail, Vykhan? Future wifey would like to know.”
:Honor your training. Remain vigilant. Silence unto you, until we meet.:
Then his voice was gone.
She indulged in a few minutes of fuming before the door to the suite opened. A human woman stood in the threshold, gold-brown skin and red curls, light gray eyes heavily made up.
“Reign Obe’shan? I’m Crislyn, your attendant. Lord Lohail has requested your presence for an evening meal and entertainment.”
“Am I the meal or the entertainment?”
Crislyn blinked rapidly. “You. . .you are the guest.”
“Sure. Fine, let’s go.”
