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May 14 - May 16, 2025
You threatened to kill your friend.
A threat means it might not happen. I’m actually going to kill him.
The screech that exploded from her would have been embarrassing if she wasn’t bleeding out. “It got me!” she cried while Roman doubled over laughing. Gripping her arm, she backed away from the chicken who now strutted around like it hadn’t torn a chunk of her flesh.
He’d fought to keep his face light and teasing, but to his surprise, all Roman had wanted to do was snap the chicken’s neck and carry her away from the others.
“I have a gift for you, but you have to give up the rest of your party for it.” She’d planned on pulling him away after midnight when the party died down, but now seemed as good a time as any. Roman opened his mouth to say something but closed it with a snap and squeezed her hand. “I’d give up anything for you, princess.”
Roman’s favorite girl
He was hers completely and irrevocably, and he would do whatever it took to make her his, too.
He didn’t need a bond to tell him Violet was his true mate. Every royal found their soulmate at thirteen years old, but Roman had found his at twelve, only to have her ripped away.
She might not need him, but he needed her. And wanted her. And loved her. He always had.
“You think I’m worried about Titus?” At the same time, his mother surprised the hell out of both men by saying, “People disappear all the time.” Roman gaped, and his father blanched. “Sarah, do you hear yourself?” the king asked his wife.
I love his mom! She is so funny.
He smiled wryly. “I’ll have her. Even if I must kill any man who stands in my way.” His father’s head whipped around so fast, Roman thought it might snap off. “Dear gods, there are two of you.”
The way this made me CACKLE!!!
The king looked between his wife and son. “You two cannot go around killing and exiling people for dating the ones you love.”
Of course you can!
The queen’s face darkened. “Tippy Glenn did not date you, and if she had, more than her grabby hands would be fertilizing my garden.” Roman’s father rubbed his forehead. “Maybe diluting the bloodline wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he mumbled under his breath.
“They’re mine to deal with.” The queen smiled brightly. “As long as I can watch.”
He’d never speak to the woman again if she’d upset his future wife.
Griff, If you ever throw an apple at Violet again, I will cut your fucking arm off. Roman P.S. Stop taking her to watch sweaty men fight.
Something slimy brushed against Roman’s calf, and he jabbed his hand in the water, yanking out a flailing rainbow trout. Slayton screamed like a howler monkey and tried to back away. Roman looked from the fish to Slayton with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Slayton warned. Roman started after Slayton, who yelled creative threats over his shoulder,
