Page 2 of Scarred
“Mother,” I tsk. “Stop the dramatics. Any more fake tears and you’ll wrinkle.”
Winking, I pat her cheek and stand up straight, noticing every eye in the room is on us.
It’s no secret there’s no love lost between her and me.
I grin, allowing my lips to peel back from my teeth as I look from one person to the next. The air thins and Lord Reginald, one of the council members, shifts in his velvet-backed chair.
“Relax.” I roll my eyes. “I won’t do anything untoward.”
Lord Reginald scoffs, and my attention falls to him. “Something you’d like to share, Reginald?”
He clears his throat, his cheeks growing ruddy, showcasing the nerves he’s trying so very hard to hide. “You’ll forgive me for not believing you, Tristan.”
I cock my head. “I think you mean Your Highness.”
His mouth purses before he bows his head. “Of course, Your Highness.”
My jaw tics as I take him in. Reginald has always been one of the weakest members of the council; bitter and jealous of everyone else. He attached himself to my brother’s side when they were young, and he stayed through every moment of torture inflicted on me through the years at Michael—and his pack’s—hands.
But I’m no longer a child, and they can’t bully me like they used to.
Xander pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sire, please. You need a wife. Your people need a queen.”
“They have one,” Michael booms, his head nodding toward our mother. “I do not wish to marry.”
“No one is asking you to stop your dalliances.” Xander sighs. “But these laws have been in place for generations. To not take a wife, it will make you look weak.”
“If you’re not up to the duty, brother, by all means, do us a favor and disappear.” I wave my hand through the air.
Michael’s eyes narrow as they snap to mine, the corner of his mouth twisting into a mocking grin. “And leave Gloria Terra to who, you?”
Chuckles burst from around the table, and my muscles tighten beneath the surface of my skin, the urge to show them all just how easily I could make them bow streaming through my insides.
The wooden clock snicks as its long hand moves, drawing my attention away.
It’s nearing supper.
My fingers tense as they run through the disheveled black strands of my hair, and I back up a pace toward the large double oak doors. “Well, this has been a treat,” I start. “But sadly, I’ve grown bored.”
“You’re not dismissed, Tristan,” Michael snaps.
“You do notdismissme, brother,” I sneer, anger snapping at my chest. “I could not care less about which unfortunate soul will have the torment of you rutting into them for eternity.”
“So disrespectful,” Xander spits, shaking his head. “Your brother is the king.”
A grin spreads across my face and I lock my gaze on Michael’s, anticipation thrumming through my veins.
“Well then.” I incline my head. “Long live the king.”
CHAPTER1
Sara B.
“You’ll leave in the morning.”
My uncle sips on his wine, his dark eyes like arrows soaring across the table and filleting the flesh of my chest. He’s never been an affectionate man, but he’s my family all the same, and we have the same goal.
To seek vengeance on the Faasa family for the murder of my father.
