Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He walked away after that low blow and even though I knew he was just saying it to get a rise out of me that didn’t stop me from becoming irate. I picked up the first thing my hand could reach and threw it at his head.
He looked back over this shoulder startled and I decided in that moment that seduction might not be the way, retreat-.retreat. I put my hand to my forehead and dropped down on the floor as if my legs had given out on me. Woe is me!
He was by my side before I could even blink. As he wrapped his arms around me apologizing of all things, I looked down at my tummy. Thanks kid, that was certainly not my idea.
Lucien
After her little fainting spell, which I’m now positively convinced was fake I took her to bed and let her lay on my chest until she fell asleep. She’d scared the shit out of me and it was taking longer than usual for me to get over it. I don’t know how many times I closed my eyes and held her closer, kissing her brow just to reassure myself that she was here, that she was safe.
Once I was sure she was really asleep I added a little something to her mind to make sure she stayed that way while I went to take care of what I needed to. “Damien!”
“Father!” So strong already my little guy.
“Your mother is not to leave this room while I’m gone. If by some chance she awakens while I’m gone, you must keep her here.”
“I understand!” I wasn’t too sure I could trust him seeing as he was the one who’d got her out of trouble earlier by feigning sick.
I already know I’m going to have problems with the two of them, my kid is turning out to be a real mama’s boy and he isn’t even here yet. He’d damn near argued me to death in her defense even though she was wrong. Fine, whatever, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I eased her off my chest and made sure she was resting comfortably against the pillows before pulling the light covers up around her. I might be mistaken but her tummy looks like it had grown since this morning. I put my hand on the hard mound and felt the warmth there. Then my son kicked me and I almost fell off the bed.
“Not funny kid!” He thought it was; I heard his laughter in my head all the way out the door. “Bellaque, with me!” He followed on my heels out the door and took flight with me once we were out in the open.
We landed just outside the grey walls of the dungeon walking in step with each other to the gates. The guards saw us coming and opened the doors to the dungeon in haste. No one is ever comfortable when Bellaque is around. I walked down the dark close hallway of the dungeon that was empty except for the two occupants I’d sent here earlier.
Crime isn’t exactly rampant in the kingdom and most people who come here end up dead since they have to do some really fucked up shit to be thrown in here in the first place. One of my prisoners’ demise I was absolutely certain of, but the other I was still struggling with.
Not because of any misguided sense of sympathy, far from it. I was thinking of the worst thing I could to her, what I could do to make her suffer for the rest of her life. She’d have been better off coming after me instead of my wife and child. By doing that she’d sealed her fate and sometimes there are some things worst than death.
I entered the cell where the hag was being held in the magical chains that it would take her a whole lifetime to break free from and even then it wouldn’t be that easy. My pet stayed in the shadows as I walked deeper into the cell to stand before her.
I wasn’t planning on spending too much time in her presence even though the chains bound her powers making them nonexistent; I just needed some answers. She hissed and rattled the chains with a glare showing no fear at all; no fear and no respect.
“What part did you play in what happened to my uncle?”
I could see from her reaction that the question startled her; she wasn’t expecting it. I had no need to ask her what she’d done here today, I’d seen all I needed to through the eyes of my son, but I needed to know the answers to the questions that no one else seemed able to get after all these years.
“What makes you think…?” I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground with one hand, slamming her back against the wall. The old bitch cackled at my efforts, which is just what I wanted.