Page 81 of The Demon King's Destiny

“Ah, I knew you were jealous of it. The hair, that is, not the large skull.”

Favin stepped closer to the doorway, worrying he might need to shut Danil’s mouth for him. They’d never seen Marrok in such a state, aside from the night he’d found Melena’s body. Danil knew better than to poke.

“Sire, are you unwell?” Favin dared.

“Bullocks to this,” Danil pushed his way in. “He’s fine. He’s had a night. He’s let it out. It’s over.”

Marrok’s gaze sharpened. “How do you know what sort of night I’ve had?”

“I pulled your memories while you were carrying on like a she-demon in labor. And before you get your panties too tied up, I did it to make sure you weren’t hit with a fit of actual madness. Congratulations, you get to keep your head. You’re welcome.”

Danil lifted Favin’s hands and cuffed his own ears with them. “Take the memory from me and get caught up, already.”

Favin looked to Marrok who nodded. A minute later Danil dropped Favin’s arms.

“Well,” Danil clapped his hands, “now we’re in the know, let’s get to work. The only question is, are you hunting rogues or are you hunting your mate?”

Marrok’s claws flexed, knowing what he should do was not what he wanted to do. “We ride to the peninsula. Edward will get Evelyn to someplace safe. I’ll help round up rogues while the gate is repaired. Favin, make sure we have enough men to deal with both.”

“Yes, Sire.”

“Wait, before you go. Have you found Bogdan?”

“No. Word came he’s been away for business.”

“Where?”

“Gwydion. Then on to Burghard.”

Favin’s eyes widened. “Sire—”

“No. Edward is more than capable of protecting his daughters. Go.”

Favin bowed and exited. Marrok had spoken with such insistence, he almost believed his King’s words.

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