Page 72 of Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

She was quiet a moment. “What did they do? Insult your suit?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No, Angel, they kidnap, torture, and rape girls on their 21stbirthday. I can’t be having that in any court, not even this one.”

I Jumped to the kitchen and flicked a list into view, adding a few contingencies just in case she decided to try and get rid of it. I added something else as well, something that might make her smile.

Tonight wasn’t the night, but soon. Soon I would claim her as my own. Soon her tight little pussy would be wrapped around my cock, so desperate formore, her body couldn’t resist the urge to grind.

I shivered and sent a smile back towards her bedroom. I could feel her staring at me through the door. “Goodnight, little addiction.”

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Kyra

There was frost on the windows when I finally woke up. I decided to light a small fire while I got ready for the day. Only a few logs, easy enough to collect more of before Mark moved in.

I couldn’t let what happened last night detour me. No matter what happened, Mark and I were moving into this place before his birthday.

I’d deal with the High King if I had to, but this was the safest place for Mark. As far as I knew, killing children wasn’t apart of the Fallen’s forte so he would be fine.

It was relieving to hear that Trick hadn’t killed Cole, but I didn’t linger on it for too long. I had other stuff to worry about besides whether or not a perfect stranger had died because I decided to fuck him.

Besides, I didn’t need that much testosterone clogging up my cottage.

However, my mind did wander as I went through my mundane morning routine. He had killed someone worth killing. Someone who had raped someone else. I wasn’t sure how to take that. Wasn’t he a torturer? A rapist? Wasn’t he a kidnapper? Why was he worried about others of his kind?

Why couldn’t I get the image of him covered in blood out of my head?

My eyes found my own reflection, my toothbrush slowing, toothpaste frothing around my mouth. Bleary eyed and still half-asleep, I had woken up to him standing over my bed, dripping with blood, his suit jacket gone, his sleeves pushed up his forearms, revealing black markings on either arm. Blood had splattered across his face, his white shirt covered in it, his tie slightly undone. He had even touched me. Left a streak of blood across my eye-socket.

Liquid heat filled my stomach.

I immediately shook my head and spit out my toothpaste. No. Gods, what waswrongwith me?

When the fire was started, I finally made my way to the table. He had left me a list of rules I would never follow, but I was curious. I found my steps slowing, however, when I saw what else sat in the center of my table.

A crystal vase filled with blooming roses.

They were my favorite flower.

My brows pulled together as I closed the distance, seeing my books, all nine books that I had written, each one incredibly dark and dirty, spread out with a note across the center one reading:

Your fantasies are darker than mine, Angel

Happy 25thBirthday, baby.

Sorry I was five days late, it will never happen again.

I frowned and crumpled it up. They were fiction and fiction meant false. They had no truth to them. At leastnone I would admit too.

I finally turned to the other note which he had placed just below the soft arch of my books.

The Rules

No one is allowed to touch what is mine. If you allow it, I will send you their dick in a box, wrapped with a pretty little bow. If you don’t allow it, they’ll disappear from this world without a trace.

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