Page 54 of Beauty and Her Beasts (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 1)

“You sad, pathetic excuse for a human,” I said.

“What’s unbelievable is that the witch has you, the gardener, and King under her spell,” he snapped, clearly feeling bold despite his broken nose. “You three are too bewitched to tell your head from a hole in the ground.”

“Allana hasn’t bewitched us you fool,” I shouted. “You know what? You can explain this to King, yourself. And for the record, you have what’s coming toyou. I like to call it: just deserts.”

“Where are you taking me?” Bastian asked as I dragged the man by the collar to the foyer.

“Unhand me this instant,” he demanded. I ignored him and kept on walking.

Bastian continued to make an ass of himself and try to threaten me with his unconvincing voice to unhand him. He squirmed like a worm on a hook, but my hands held tight. There was no getting out of this.

“You made your bed,” I said. “Now sleep in it.”

King faced us when he heard Bastian’s whining. His eyes met mine and the question within them was clear.

“It appears we have a mole,” I said and tossed the man I was dragging behind me to the floor. He slid on the tile a short distance before collapsing at King’s feet.

“I was only doing what I thought was right,” Bastian pleaded. “It’s the woman. She’s bewitched you. Please, sir… I only did what I thought was best for you and the company.”

“What are you talking about?” King demanded.

“It’s him,” I said. “He’s been working with her ex this whole time.”

“How?” King asked.

“Does it matter?” I shouted. “It happened.”

“I’ll deal with you later.” King pressed his lips together. His eyes started to glow with the fury of the lion within him. He turned his back on the man squabbling at his feet and faced the front door as a loud banging sound echoed on it.

Bastian scurried along the floor, like the rat he was, tucking himself in a shadowy corner. Like that would help him. However, I had other, more pressing matters to attend to. And that was whatever and whoever was banging on the doors. I had a sickening feeling about what was going on.

Far as I knew, we only had one man to worry about. But one man, particularly one such as Collin, didn’t have the power to bang on the door with as much force as was being pushed onto them now.

“King, what are you not telling me?” I asked his back. My gaze shifted to the doors that were barred closed.

“Things are far worse than we expected,” King said, keeping his voice low.

I caught the flicker of flames moving through the windows on the sides of the doors.

“Oh good,” I said, as I tried to keep the sheer terror that filled me out of my voice. “Collin brought friends.”

“Torches and pitchforks,” King muttered and shook his head. “It’s come to this.”

I moved to stand by King’s side. “You would think after so many years, they would come up with a more original way to storm the castle.”

“I would have preferred to avoid this,” he said. “Yet, here we are.”

“I agree,” I said and squeezed King’s shoulder. “but at least Allana is safe.”

He nodded. “If we make it through this, I owe you my life.”

“Let’s just make it through this before we exchange rings, hmmm?” I said.

King smirked and started to shift. I did the same.

The wood in the door cracked. The entire thing was about to come busting down on top of us. I squeezed my eyes closed and sucked in a breath. The image of Allana’s beautiful, smiling face filled my mind, and that gave me the courage to face whatever hell was about to come through.

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