Page 69 of Polestar
Her right hand vibrated from the incoming message on her cell phone.
With a quick glance at the message, her lips stretched into a triumphant grin.
It had taken an awful lot of conniving to get satellite Internet in place to provide Wi-Fi to the archaic island.Alotof conniving, but it was already paying off.
“Gotcha.”
Tucking the device into her pocket, she strode toward the door and made her way down to the dungeons.
I finally have Magnus by the balls.
Now it’s time to twist.
Descending the stone steps with a light skip, Ulla ignored the baleful look of the lockmaster as she breezed toward him.
He unlocked the cell door and swung it open on silent hinges in time for her to step through without a break in her stride.
These Barentians are so well trained.Everyone in their place, fulfilling their roles to perfection.
She stepped into the cell.
Except Magnus.
He looked directly at her from his seated position on the stone floor, wrists and ankles encased in heavy Barentian manacles, expression guarded.
Many of her own people had fallen to the weight of those manacles in the long past.
Forearms resting on drawn-up knees, he laced his fingers together.The only signal of his agitation.“Ulla.”
“Regent.You may call me Regent now.”
That had him on his feet.“What’s wrong with my father?”
“You have no father,banished.”
His steel-gray eyes glinted as his jaw tightened.“He still has the final word on my fate, Ulla.Regent or not.”
“Maybe,” she said with a shrug.“If he’s feeling up for it.If not, I will.As I do everything else these days.”
“What do you want?”
“From you?Absolutely nothing more than to see you break.”
Magnus snorted.
“What’s so funny?”Every muscle in her body went rigid at his affront.
Gods I hate this man.
Her eyes flicked the length of him, head to toe, unable to resist assessing his attractive physical traits.She drew a deep breath.His scent invaded her senses, triggering memories.Images of their marriage bed tumbled through her mind, dragging her into their past—the best parts of it, for a few seconds.
“You’re still as petty as ever.”
“Regardless of what your skewed perception of me is, you’re in prison and I have the power to save your life or end it.”
“What do you want from me, Ulla?”he repeated, voice dropping in his displeasure.
“What I’ve always wanted, Magnus.Your cooperation.That’s all.”
