“Help!”
Celeste jumped off the throne like a guilty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She had been testing out the chair – see if it will fit her or she’ll have to remodel the whole castle to her taste. She will be the queen after all. Celeste watched as Marek stagger under his heavy load with disdain in her eyes. He had the bloody blood slave wrapped around his left side and Tavek to his right side. Celeste couldn’t believe this.
How did they survive the Forxad? Tavek should be dead or returned to her in chains – broken and begging for mercy.
Not this. Rage filled her mouth tasting bitter and very much poisonous like the hate she felt for the Mowari prince. Why wouldn’t he just die? Celeste seethed internally, because she couldn’t give herself away. She had to take care o
