Page 68 of MidKnight
“It’s a start,” Donovon scanned the map.
“How is everything going since you arrived, Ambassador?” Malia asked.
“To plan,” Donovon replied.
“Good. He’s out?”
The ambassador Donovon was replacing had just packed up with Isla’s entourage and would be leaving with her.
Donovon nodded.
Malia smiled, “Is everyone still on the same time line?”
“Yes. Just hours away. Just long enough to get everything and everyone in place.”
They were just discussing Rasle leaving. Nothing exciting. Nothing incriminating. It made me feel a bit guilty about watching Malia’s private moment before. Perhaps not all was well with her family.
I tugged on Connor’s sleeve, but he didn’t leave.
Malia nodded. “So, Rasle is excited for the change?”
“It’s been a long time coming.”
“When you’re being strangled, every second feels like a lifetime,” Malia agreed. “And those taxes have strangled us all.”
I leaned back from the peephole, fear punching a hole in my chest. Did she mean my taxes? Our taxes? Evaness? Was Malia angry with Mother? Me?
“Sedara’s been taking advantage too long,” Donovon replied. “If the blighters in Lored weren’t such cowards, they’d agree.”
My chest loosened a bit. Sedara. They hated Sedara. Sedara taxed everything that went across the sea. It was natural to resent them and their navy.
I felt a rush of relief that I wasn’t looking at a noble who was furious with me. I was almost giddy that their anger was directed at someone else. I didn’t think I could handle one more problem right now.
Malia nodded at Donovon. “Lored are a bunch of cowards. No one likes getting jammed.”
“Well, thank you for the map. I’ll let you get ready for dinner.”
Malia grabbed his arm before he left. “You said hours.”
Donovon nodded and glanced over at the maid. “Thank you again.”
Malia just nodded as he shut the door behind him. She gave a long sigh and went back to her maid, who silently began dressing her for dinner.
Connor tugged at me and pulled me down the passageway for a bit toward the next room and the next set of spy holes.
Aiden was just as naked as Malia. But he wasn’t alone. A naked brunette sucked his length into her mouth. On the floor beneath her, another man lay on his back, his head planted between the brunette’s legs. A third man stood behind Aiden, tweaking his nipples. Moans filled the air.
I started to turn away, but Connor stopped me. He moved behind me and pressed against me. And then he shifted my head to the right, so that I only had one eyehole. He stared through the left.
The man behind Aiden spit on his hand and stuck his finger in Aiden’s ass.
Aiden started to moan.
Connor’s shaft grew thick against my ass.
“Turn around and stay on your knees,” Aiden told the woman. She complied, lifting her legs and turning away from Aiden, careful not to kick the prone man on the floor. She put herself into a sixty-nine position with the man on the floor. But Aiden smacked her ass and made her straighten her legs so he could stay standing and slam into her twat. The man from the floor sat up and started licking. He didn’t seem to care whether his tongue hit her cunt or Aiden’s balls.
A servant’s door opened.
