Page 34 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
“Because she’s a selfish bitch.” However, if Winterhadlet Talia kill Sterling, then he wouldn’t be secretly lusting after her right now. Perhaps he should give into temptation, let her ride him like she had offered in exchange for her brother, let the distraction take him away from his father, Talia, and his future. She would most likely fail in the next game, and then he could forget all about her.
“It might be because you’re keeping me in your room,” Sterling said.
Winter gave a dry laugh. If she only knew the thoughts running through his mind about how her body would feel wrapped around his in pleasure. “Talia knows I wouldn’t fuck you.” Inside, his wolf tilted his head as if to sayliar.“She simply wanted to be the one to take down the infamous Red Riding Hood.”
Sterling watched him for a long moment. “If you say so.”
“The cunt won’t interfere again,” he insisted. During the next game, he would have her locked in a cell with trusted guards to make sure she stayed there.
“Seems to me like she doesn’t care what your orders are.”
Winter’s nostrils flared, his breath mingling with Sterling’s. Talia had been after his forgiveness ever since he walked in on her riding the king’s cock. If Talia assumed he was fucking his prisoner, then so be it. He’d been free for quite some time to fuck whoever he wanted.
“So if I win the next game and you set my brother free, then what? Are you really going to keep me in this cage forever, or will you kill me yourself?”
Winter swallowed, imagining his claws slipping out, slashing across her throat. He fucking wouldn’t. It was why the games must continue. She deserved to die for what she’d done, but he couldn’t do it himself.
“Dinner will be brought up soon,” he finally said before storming from the room.
After making his way to the cellar, he snapped his fingers at the guard, sending him away. Then he turned toward the cell where Cyan was kept. Winter cocked his head as he studied the young boy sitting cross-legged, surrounded by paper creations. Flowers, tea cups, a house, wolves,Sterling.
“What are you doing?” Winter asked. His gaze lingered on a paper wolf with layers of fur, a snarled lip, toes on each paw.
“I’m crafting with the paper you gave me,” he said simply.
Winter looked from his wide, innocent eyes, to the paper yet to be folded into something. “Have you ever worked with anything else?”
“No. I like paper.” Cyan creased a page with his fingertips. “Do you like to make anything?”
Winter rested an arm against the bars and peered at the inquisitive child. “Chaos.”
Cyan bit his lip and nodded. “Did you know chaos can be found in almost everything? Gardening, baking, cleaning.”
He arched a brow. “That wasn’t the chaos I meant.”
“Why is it that wolves have mates and no other humans or shifters do in Grimm?” Cyan blinked, his mouth agape as he awaited the answer.
“Why are you asking so many questions?” he asked suspiciously.
Cyan sighed, his shoulders falling. “I do it with everyone. That’s why all the workers at the shop leave. Except Nareth. He’s always been there for me and Sterling.”
“He’s not dead.” Yet. If Winter was bored enough in the future, he might choose to finish the bastard.
Cyan perked back up and lifted another sheet of paper. “When me and Sterling argue, we settle things with our words. Maybe you should try talking to humans too.”
Winter had a better way ofsettlingthings—murder.
The prince cocked his head. “You haven’t asked if your sister is all right.”
“You would’ve told me if she wasn’t alive,” he said matter-of-factly. Winter frowned as Cyan continued, “Will you give her something I made?” He held up a folded dove. “She’ll know I’m safe with this.”
Instead of the no he would’ve given anyone else, his tone remained even as he answered, “We’ll see.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
STERLING
The lock clicked open, and Sterling peeled open her eyes to bright morning light spilling into Winter’s room. She hissed while blinking away the haze.
