Page 91 of The Demon King's Destiny

“No, you need to go now. I’ll have Viktor’s man port you to the palace. Favin and Danil will bring the horses and her things.”

Marrok didn’t like the idea of travelling without his guards. He also didn’t like the idea of taking Evelyn to the home Brennen once occupied.

“The fortress—”

“No, I think you need to be closer to the border for now. Trust me on this. Please.”

His insistence gave Marrok pause. He inhaled Evelyn’s essence, knowing it would calm him. He needed to be logical right now. If the Seer was insisting Marrok take his mate to the palace, it wasn’t without a valid reason.

“If you insist.”

“Thank you,” Theron replied, visibly relaxing. “Also, when you’re in a secured location, you need to let Evelyn show you her most recent dreams.”

Marrok’s lips pressed tight. “Alright,” he grated.

“Wonderful. I’ll go fetch your transportation.”

* * *

Evelyn rolled and stretched under the heavy comforter, coming out of a dreamless sleep. After weeks of dreaming others’ memories, it was a welcome way to wake.

She reached for Marrok, her hand hitting cool sheets. Not only was he not beside her, he hadn’t been for some time. She forced her eyes open, not recognizing the large canopy above. Evelyn’s bed in the temple’s living quarters didn’t have a canopy.

She bolted upright, searching the dim room—a room she’d never seen before. The space surrounding her was large and felt empty. The bed was the obvious focal point of the chamber. A couple of chairs and a small settee, covered in a sheet, were the only other items of furniture.

“I’m here,” Marrok assured, rising from one of the chairs next to the bed. He sat beside Evelyn and nuzzled her cheek with his.

“How do you feel?” he asked, reluctantly putting a little space between them so they could talk.

“Refreshed. I was exhausted. I’ve not been sleeping well.”

“I’m sure.”

Her head swiveled around the room once more, this time taking in the rich earthen colors, accented with deep browns and golds. The walls appeared to be covered in amutedrainbow of painted clay.

One contained a mural of a desert at sunset. She’d never been to Sundari, but knew it was the only kingdom with any sort of arid land, mainly in the far South.

“Where are we?”

“Piatra.”

“We’re at your palace?” she asked skeptically.

Marrok nodded, unsure how he felt having her here. He’d always thought of this as Brennen’s home, despite it having been theresidenceof each of the royals before. Even Marrok had lived in this wing as a lad, with his parents.

“How did we get here?”

“Viktor’s guard ported us here.”

“And I didn’t wake?”

He tucked a strand of auburn behind her ear. “You were out of it and I hadn’t the heart to wake you.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “You woke me continuously last night.”

His sensual smile had her coiling with need. Marrok inhaled and his smile stretched further. She slapped him playfully on the arm and he laughed.

“Why?” she asked.

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