[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] council would have selected me over your brother. But I discovered he intended to kill you two also. I couldn t have that." "Too much for your conscious to handle, huh?" she said sarcastically. He glared. "I'm not a child killer." "So you just waited for me to grow up?" "I thought you would prove more& malleable. When you didn t I led Oscar to believe you should be taken care of." "You smuggled him into the embassy. How?" "It was easy enough. You were all looking for someone to come over the wall. There are tunnels all over that compound." How the hell had they not known that? Before she could ask more about tunnels, he went on. "It should have been easy enough to kill you. I warned him but he always was a cocky bastard," he said bitterly. "Then what? You'd kill him, or let Galinn do it, and put Ivy on the throne? She's no more malleable then me." He scoffed. "Poor little Ivy would have had an unfortunate accident." She saw red. It was one thing to threaten her. Another entirely to go after her baby sister. Fuck no. She couldn t kill him quite yet though. "So you would have made yourself king," she speculated. He shook his head. "That's not our way. Besides, I prefer to stay behind the scenes. No. Christa would have been crowned. She is a distant cousin after all." Very distant. Sophia hadn t even considered the possibility. "Why did you shoot Stig?" Galinn interrupted. "He realized we were on opposite sides. I killed him before he could kill me." Neither one of them bothered to tell him Stig would be fine. Galinn drew his weapon and she shook her head slightly, a signal to wait. She had one last question and she dreaded the answer. "Did you kill your wife?" For a second she thought she saw regret cross his face and she knew she'd guessed right. "I don t know how she found out. I couldn t have her telling anyone about me or divorcing me. She would have ruined all my plans. I expected the poison to work quicker. At least it destroyed her mind before she could warn anyone." A single shot rang out behind her and small red hole appeared on his forehead. Sofia spun around to see Christa standing there, stunned. The weapon was still pointed in the direction of her father. Galinn gently took it from her trembling hand. She turned a horrified expression towards Sofia, then turned and hurried from the room. "No. Let her go," Galinn said when she would have followed. "I'll warn Stig. Thrane will keep an eye on them. Let's see if anyone needs our help." It was already over, though. The Delroi had either killed the rebels or taken them prisoner. Several servants were found hiding on the upper floors, and after Sofia questioned them focusing her truth sensing talents, they were released. She started on the prisoners next. There was no denying they'd all fought for Oscar and Michaelson, but she needed more information. Needed to know how deep the rot went. Thankfully, it wasn t as bad as she'd feared. The royal guard was a total loss. She'd have to rebuild it, probably from the ranks of the army. Most of those soldiers had surrendered as soon as they heard Oscar was dead. It would take months to sort out but she didn t have to do it alone. Galinn would be at her side. * In the end, there was very little destruction and only the diehards were fatalities. Sophia stood on her private balcony and watched the celebration on the streets below her. The lights were off, the balcony shadowed. No one saw her or the man who stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. "You'd look sexy as hell wearing your crown and nothing else," he murmured close to her ear. She laughed. She'd been crowned as the sun rose, barely twelve hours ago, and then the crown was returned to its safe. She was exhausted--neither of them had slept yet--but she knew sleep would elude her if she tried. "C'mon, princess," he teased, tugging her inside. "I know just what you need." The hot lascivious look he gave her turned her insides to jelly and made her quiver. He undressed her slowly then went to work on his own clothes. After he had his boots and shirt off, she pushed his hands away. She toyed with the snap on his pants, rubbing her palm over his erection. She wanted to explore. Wanted to taste him and see how he felt in her mouth. She was still getting used to their bond, figuring out how to share things with him, and knew she'd succeeded when he groaned. "Me first," he said. "No. It's my turn." She opened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. She didn t wait for him to step out of them before dropping to her knees and wrapping her hand around the base of his erection. He jerked at her touch, his thigh muscles tight and bunched with tension when she leaned forward to lick the tiny drops from the head of his cock. He tasted salty and she wanted more. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl