Bow Before the Elf Queen (The Elf Queen, #1)

by J.M. Kearl

“Well, suffice it to say, I’m not most elven females.”

✨ She’s not like other girls ✨

“Of my status?” Layala started. “Which is?” “A low-born orphan elf who got my husband killed searching for her!” A vein throbbed on Orlandia’s temple, and she gripped her napkin so hard her knuckles turned white. The room was tensely silent. Layala leaned away from Orlandia, who stared at her with white-hot rage. “Need I remind you why I am an orphan? Don’t expect me to feel remorse for your husband.” Layala pushed her chair back and threw her napkin on the table. She wouldn’t sit here with these people any longer.

She liked the feel of his warm hands on her more than she’d ever admit and tugged away.

“I warned you.” Her voice was low and venomous. When she glanced at Thane, he was smiling. Smiling. He killed three elves and watched her wild magic explode and yet he smiled. She thought he’d be terrified, and recoil away from her like she had a plague. And yet he appeared to enjoy it.

“If anyone touches her in any way, death will come swiftly. And I am the reaper.”

His fierceness in protection of her made Layala’s heart beat faster. Before it may have scared her. Now—wrath looked good on him.

Thane leaned closer; his lips grazed her ear and sent a jolt down her body. “Don’t listen to them. You’re the most beautiful female here by far. And... I do so adore your breasts.”