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“Hungry?” Izabel teases as I chew. I swallow and nod. “Fattening myself up for when Anassa decides to eat me. Want to make the experience nice for her.”
I tear his jaw open and slam his own severed hand into it.
“Well, worthy or not, you’re stuck with me,” I grumble. “And I’m stuck with you.” “For now,” she drawls.
From my viewpoint sitting up, I can see the issue—it’s not just that the space is so narrow. Because of the bedside table, the patch of floor isn’t actually quite long enough for Stark’s bedroll. Maybe if the asshole weren’t so damned tall. He can sleep standing like a horse, for all I care.
Anassa’s fierce approval washes over me. We’ll survive this together.
“You aren’t alone,” Anassa growls across the bond. “You have me.”
“Sorry,” Izabel squeaks, peeking out from between her fingers. “Are your tits tucked away?” I scoff. “Your eyes are safe.”
“I didn’t mean to ogle your royal abs. It just happened,” Izabel announces.
She says nothing, watching me closely. But when I crawl up to her side and sink my hands into her fur, she lowers her head and sniffs my hair. Her nose nudges the side of my skull, my injuries. Heat spreads across my scalp as she heals them.
“I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.”
All this time. My protector, not Killian’s, not the king’s.
“Do you know how hard it was to see you with him?” he rasps. “To know who you were, even when you didn’t, sickening magic silencing me? To endure our wolves’ mate bond on top of it all?”
It’s like we were once carved from the same bone, sharing blood and breath. And then someone ripped him from me, only I can’t remember it happening. All that’s left is the fury and the enduring desire to go to him and restore what was lost. To be with him in every goddess-damned way I can.
He reaches through the bars and grabs my wrist, the contact alighting my blood. “Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”
Look. Look at me, Stark thinks at Meryn. This is all for you. Everything is for you. Look at me.
