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I growl at his words. She isn’t even marked yet, and my royal elite guard is already choosing her over me. The pact isn’t in full swing until I mark her; I can still force them against her until then!

‘Are you really going to make her shift on her own?’Gannon asks me, making me remember she will shift tonight.

‘You’re there,’ I tell him.

‘Kyson, that is not the same. She is petrified, and you fucking promised her,’Gannon growls. I really need to remember not to tell them so much because now he is using it against me.

‘Kyson! You gave her your word!’

Guilt gnaws at me, and I reach up, grabbing the bottle off the shelf above my head and cracking the lid. I take a swig while trying to decide what to do before answering.

‘Tell me when she starts to shift, and I will come down,’ I sigh, cuttingoff the link before he can protest. I pull my lips between my teeth before getting up and grabbing a few bottles from the bar. If I am going to keep this promise, it would be bestif I am too drunk to shift, knowing I am going down there. At least until I figure out what it is I am doing with her.

Chapter Two

I’m taken to the stables, which is by a huge manmade dam. As we approach the stable, I notice a few guards coming out having unlocked it, watching me with curious and awkward eyes. The porch front has a roof that overhangs and a few old rickety rocking chairs that overlook the dam and pier. It’s surrounded by a wide array of plants, flowers, and herbs. The air is moist here and the smell of fresh hay lingers in the air.

Inside the stable, several horses are standing in their stalls. A few of the horses whine in greeting as I walk by. I stop, staring at the huge white one. I reach out my hand to stroke the velvety muzzle of it. The horse pushes its head into my palm as if it wants more when Dustin nudges me forward.

I am mesmerized by the beauty of the horses, yet glancing around, I never pictured I’d be living with them. I guess I can’t truly escape the fact I am a rogue, and this is far more than I deserve. I should be grateful he didn’t kill me because it wasclear he wanted to.

“Quick, sit while I try to take care of your hand,” Dustin urges, dragging a cut in half wine barrel over. He flips it over, so I can sit on it. The other guard growls at him before gripping his shoulder, and Dustin glares at the man’s hand touching him. Staring up at the man, he glares at me with so much venom, I instinctively drop my gaze.

“We were told to bring her here, that is all,” he snaps at Dustin. He is only trying to help fix my hand? I steal another peek at the man, who stares back at me like I am the scum of the earth, and I quickly avert my gaze again.

“Remove your hand, Trey, or you’ll fucking lose it,” Dustin snaps at him.

“I’m following orders; the king said bring her here, and that is it, not fucking help her. She doesn’t deserve help after what she did,” he spits, but no one has told me what it is I did yet? If I know, maybe I can correct it or make amends. Did I forget one of my chores?

“Fuck the king,” Dustin snaps, and the man’s grip tightens on Dustin’s shirt, who goes to turn when Gannon walks in.

“Yes, fuck the king. Remember where your loyalties lie, Trey,” Gannon warns him.

“They are with my king. Not with a traitor!” Trey answers.

“That so-called traitor is your queen and the king’s mate,” Gannon snarls at him, and the man whimpers before his eyes go to me.

“You haven’t been here as long as the rest of us, but the king swore us all to choose his queen over him.”

“If so, why is she down here, then?” the man demands.

“Because the king is an idiot. Move, Dustin. I will wrap her hand. Go fix up the old king’s quarters for me,” Gannon says, crouching down in front of me.

“He’s letting her back inside the castle?” Dustin says, looking relieved.

“Hopefully Damian can convince him. This is no place for a queen,” Gannon tells him.

“Just get it ready for me. The moment I can take her back safely, I want it ready,” Gannon explains.

“Yes, sir,” Dustin says, while Trey growls and Gannon glances over his shoulder at him.

“You’re off guard, get out of my face,” Gannon orders him, and I feel his aura rush out and Trey doubles over before hustling out.

Gannon sets to work on cleaning my hand and wrapping it. “It will heal once you shift. Do you think you can hold off a couple of hours?” he asks kindly. My hand is throbbing. Can’t he give me his blood or heal it like the king did my back? Right now, I will try anything if it means the pain will stop.

“Can’t you heal it?” I ask, hopefully. My hand is throbbing to its own beat, my fingers are black and purple, and fragmented bones are pushing beneath my skin like splinters when the frame broke them.

Gannon chews his lip nervously and then sighs.

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