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Seth grinned. “The spy would understand. Congratulations. You’ve uncovered my plot. Of course, there’s nothing you can do about it. By the time he fights his way through my guards to reach you here at the center of the house, the rest of my people will be moving into position. He will undoubtedly have Caleb and Shiloh with him. In one fell swoop, I will eliminate the head.”

“Aren’t you forgetting about his father?” I pointed out, wondering when Seth would catch on and realize just who was questioning who here. So far, he was oblivious.

“My father’s final gift to me will be ridding us of that useless old fop,” he barked with a laugh. “Then it will be complete, and none will challenge me!”

It was, in some ways, a bold, audacious plan.

But he was forgetting one giant part of it. Not that a “pathetic” human like me would point it out to him. He was a dragon. He was “superior.” Let him figure it the fuck out. I would just sit back and enjoy the show.

The sunlight coming in from above faded swiftly. We all looked up to see the sky was turning black. A storm was coming.

“Now,” Seth said, picking the knife up once more and coming close. “How about you tell me where you got this?”

I stared at him.

“A spy who can keep her mouth shut. Admirable, I suppose. If useless. Not surprising Silas fell for your act. That idiot doesn’t deserve to rule if he can’t spot a spy in his own house.”

“Everyone’s so confident about themselves here,” I remarked, tired of him insulting Silas.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a fucking idiot,” I spat.

Seth was in my face in a heartbeat, the tip of the knife pricking the soft skin under my jaw. A warm trickle of blood flowed down my throat as it pierced my skin. “Who’s an idiot now?” he hissed.

I threw my head all the way back and laughed at him. “It’s still you. Can’t you see it?”

The taunt that he was missing something would be enough to goad him into talking more, I was sure. The man’s ego couldn’t stand not knowing everything.

“Explain,” he snapped, pulling the knife back and standing up.

“What am I?”

“A human spy?”

“Let’s assume you’re correct,” I said.

“I am.”

The man’s ego never took a break.

“Forget it,” I said, looking up at the ceiling and then frowning. “You and all the rest of the dragons here, you’re all the same. You assume you’re always right. It’s going to be your downfall.”

“What do you mean? You don’t really think your pathetic armies can stop us, do you?”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But you won’t have to worry about that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s going to kill you before that,” I said as Silas came crashing through one of the skylights.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Silas

Seeing Seth with the knife to Chloe’s throat had been the last straw. I’d intended to wait for the rest of the sovereign’s guard to catch up, but there was no way I would let this asshole toy around with my mate for a second longer. Spy or no spy, she was mine, and I would teach him a very permanent lesson about that fact.

Then and only then could Vicek have him.

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