A Queen Comes to Power (An Heir Comes to Rise #2)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“You’ve only proven my point, Prince. Now, go, like the good little lapdog you are.”

“It’s not the act but the intention that separates the good from the evil.”

“You have me,” he whispered against the tender spot below her ear. “Until the last star in the sky winks out, you have all of me.”

She wanted to despise him for what he’d done. But instead, all she felt was hollow.

I am actually so heartbroken. This better be enemies to lovers because as much of an asshole he is, I love Reylan.

Reylan

“But I think I found her daughter.”

Excuse me.

“It was yours, Your Majesty. I believe you have a daughter, alive and in High Farrow.”

Hello??? Just like lore drop okay? What the hell.

His head tilted in amusement. “Now who’s the suspicious one? A rose is just a rose, Faythe.” She didn’t react to his regurgitation of her own words. She lifted her chin instead, determined not to yield victory. “A rose is too pretty for you. You’re more like a blossomless thornbush,” she sneered. His smile grew wider. “Because you think I’m dangerous?” “Because you’re a prick.”

“Who did this to you?” His voice turned surprisingly dark, and she thought she detected anger in it.

“I’ve faced worse monsters, Faythe,” he said with an unexpected but soothing warmth. “Let me help with yours.”

“In your quest to stop the King of High Farrow, one of those close to you will forfeit their life.”

“I heard you scream.”

Feelings of care. So slowly, since the day he laid eyes on those golden irises he didn’t even know, until it became too late. He couldn’t turn his back on her now.

The Blood Box bound by Caius.

“I see you too, Reylan. I see you, and I hear you.”

“You came back,” she said through a short breath. He broke at the disbelief in her voice, smoothing his palm over the hair at her nape. “I never left.”

“I don’t want to be forgotten.”

Caius was gone.

“She is her mother’s daughter.” Agalhor stared wide-eyed at Faythe. The uncanny resemblance was enough to erase any doubt about who she was. It wasn’t only her mother she took after in appearance. “My daughter,” he little more than whispered.

“I promise to stand by you, Faythe Ashfyre. This day, until the end of days.”