Page 80 of A Crown Without Mercy

“Go away!” she yelled.

“Mira, it’s me.”

The door flew opened, and she grabbed his arm and pulled him into her chamber. “Laurent? What are you doing here?”

“I came for you.”

“I thought you were with your father?”

“He lied to you. Mother told me he does not want us to see each other for awhile.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”“No, it’s complicated. If I asked, would you leave with me?”

“Leave? And go where?”

“We can stay in our cottage for now. It’s only a few hours from here.”

“And how will we live?”

“I will take care of you. We need to let them know they cannot keep us from each other. Father will come to his senses.”

Mira looked around her room and then back at Laurent. “Okay, I am sick of my sister’s anyway.” She pulled a small bag from her armoire and stuffed what she could into it.

Venthana stood without haste when she heard footsteps on the other side of the door and Sylvana looked up at her and gently squeezed her hand. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Because I am not the one in your position,” she replied.

Kieran walked in and stopped mid-stride the moment he laid eyes on Sylvana.

Nicolai wasn’t expecting Kieran to stop so abruptly, and he bumped into his back. “What the hell, Kieran?” He then looked at Sylvana and placed a firm hand on Kieran’s shoulder.“My heart just skipped a beat,”he said telepathically.

“My dick is hard,”Kieran replied.

Sylvana and Venthana were awestruck with Nicolai’s and Kieran’s appearance. They were wearing midnight-blue, leather trousers, a studded leather strap that crisscrossed just below their chests, similar to Sylvana’s, and silk tunics that were awash in the same colors as her dress.

Holy shit,Venthana said to herself.I think I am the one who is envious.

Nicolai walked over and stole a heated kiss. He then raised her arm and gently spun her around. “You look sensational.”

“Thank you, as do the two of you.”

Kieran also stole a kiss and then nodded to Venthana. “Will you see yourself out?”

“Yes, milord,” she said along with a polite curtesy.

“Who decided on the matching outfits?” Sylvana asked.

“It’s customary,” Nicolai replied.

“I thought it was only customary for mates and clans?”

Kieran picked up the amulet and gently cupped it in his fist. “We decide what’s customary.”

“Brothers,” Riordan said as he strolled into the room.

“You weren’t exaggerating earlier,” Nicolai replied.

Damn. He can dominate a room without having to say a word, she thought.

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