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With that, she turned and marched away.

Emma whimpered pathetically as I helped her to her feet. I realized why my father had chosen to steal antiques—not only to get the money for the operation I had desperately needed but perhaps as a way to deliberately get caught so he could leave this place.

He was an old-school gent and not the type to quit his duty and give up on his responsibilities. He would have taken action to ensure someone else fired him instead.

“Come on, Emma,” I said softly. “Let’s get you to the bathroom. You can tell me everything that happened. And I mean everything.”

I would need to paint a lurid picture for Rayaw to fully comprehend what Ges was up to at the palace.

I would make sure the Cook was wrong—that this really would be the last time it ever happened at the palace.

Ever.

6

RAYAW

The sex had been greater than I had imagined, far surpassing the previous Steyatt weeks by a yiipsirian mile.

Each touch of her skin brought shockwaves throughout my body, each thrust inside her making me feel more and more like I truly belonged with her.

It was too much to hope for any Ulsen to one day discover their fated mate, but I was certain—and grew even more certain as the minutes passed—that she was in fact my fated mate.

I leaned back in my chair and let myself get lost in our exquisite night of lovemaking. I was not used to my female mate climbing on top of me and riding me to satisfaction—both hers and mine.

The sight of her on top, her legs resting on either side of me, her head tilted back and to one side, her hair spilling over her shoulder, and her breasts firm as they bounced with her own rhythmic movements.

I had laid back and let her enjoy herself—which I was in no doubt she did, as she shivered every few minutes, gasping, as she rubbed at herself while I was inside her.

And when she grew tired, I gripped her by the hips and mercilessly pounded her, the slap of our flesh reflecting off the bare walls.

She took every inch of me—no mean feat considering how small she was—and luxuriated in the sensation right alongside me.

Then, exhausted, sweat trailing between her succulent breasts, she leaned forward and I wrapped my arms around her, and continued to spear her relentlessly from below.

She screamed in my ear and I savored every cadence of her voice. When I emptied myself inside her once again, she moaned with joy, lying there, both of us tired and exhausted and spent, wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing the peace of release.

Her hair lay flat and damp across her sodden brow. Her eyes were filled with wonder—no doubt reflected in my own face.

Then we talked all night, across a variety of subjects. The one that was most keen was the discussion about the royal family and the effect they’d had on my life. I’d never spoken to anyone about that—not even with Ges, although I was sure he must have sensed a great deal of it.

I could never bring myself to forgive them for the way they treated my parents, letting them struggle and die in pain. There was no mercy in my heart. But perhaps, just maybe, Camila had been right—that there was a better, more effective way I could embarrass and show them up.

After all, losing my riches could only serve them, not me. By losing my wealth, I would lose my ability to have any real effect on them. After all, I didn’t see them giving up their wealth to exact revenge on me or anyone else.

Instead, they would have pursued shrewd investments—often to the detriment of the people they were supposed to serve—to line their own pockets, and would then use their riches further against their own people.

A total scam.

I would have to think more on how I might better be able to damage the royal family legacy, although such thoughts didn’t come naturally to me. Vengeance was not something my father encouraged in his education of me.

Instead, he had helped me see that the everyday common man had gifts and talents they could leverage to better effect. Each was born with strengths and weaknesses that, if honed, could lead to far greater prosperity.

I felt excited at the prospect of giving them a hand the way no one had thought to help me in the past. By helping the people, I could truly show the royal family up.

When I awoke this morning, it was as if a new sun had risen, illuminating the world with fresh light that I had not seen before.

I’d spent ten minutes stroking Camila’s hair, watching her as she slept soundly in my arms. But I could not afford to spend all day in bed with her, not when there was now so much I needed to do.

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