A Game of Veils (The Royal Spares, #1)

by Eva Chase

“Ah, and my foster sons: Prince Bastien, Prince Raul, Prince Lorenzo, and Prince Neven.” Foster sons? All princes?

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Did you not mean ‘whatever I want’ after all, only what doesn’t threaten your dignity?” Raul narrows his eyes at me, but his smile stays in place. I don’t think he’s really offended.

“You love it, don’t you, Princess? Being locked between them, letting them worship your body every way it needs. They’re going to take you right over the edge, higher than you’ve ever flown before, and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

Leaning my ear close to Emperor Tarquin’s mouth, I aim a whisper at the floor that only he will be able to decipher. “It’s too bad you won’t get to see what I do with your empire.”

It’s done. I really did it. I killed a man. But gods smite me, if any man deserved it, it was this one.