Heartless by Showalter Gena

Author:Showalter, Gena
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2021-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MOUTH-TO-MOUTH CONTACT with Kaysar, in front of their enemies? A doubt surfaced: What if he did this for Jareth’s benefit?

Cookie should care, right? But a ragged moan burst from her. The feel of this man.

Her sexy king took full advantage of her surprise and thrust his tongue against hers. One second her thoughts raced, reminding her of cars on a highway. Just zoom, zoom, zoom. The next her mind quieted, fixated on the most amazing sensations. His taste was a rich dessert wine, intoxicating and addictive, and she had no defense against it.

To her disappointment, the kiss ended far too quickly. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers, as if he wanted to apologize for the brevity, and rasped, “You are the most glorious female in existence, and I must have you.”

Man, when he decided he wanted something, he went all out to obtain it. His ferocity attenuated her doubts, and she peered up at him, a little too dazed for her liking and a lot too vulnerable.

Noticing something strange on her tongue, she frowned. What—the exotic flavor exploded at first crunch. Mmm. Delicious.

“I hope you enjoy the rush, sweetling.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I know I will.”

Rush? Wait. The morsel on her tongue. He’d used their kiss to pass her a slither of elderseed? Uh, when had he reached into the satchel?

Oh, who cared? She swallowed and prayed the minute portion of elderseed worked fast. In the game, results were instantaneous. But...

She waited.

And waited.

“Do you think I will hesitate to slay you?” Micah demanded. “I assure you, I’ll do what I must.”

“Give her to me.” The second Jareth freed himself from the wall, he lunged for Cookie, attempting a grab-and-nab. As if she wouldn’t poisonvine him again. “You will come with me, wife. We tried this your way. Now we’ll do it mine.”

Gone was the loving husband intent on protecting his bride. This man expected absolute compliance.

With graceful, catlike reflexes she’d rarely never displayed, she danced out of reach. Well, well. Perhaps the elderseed had kicked in, after all.

“You think to touch her?” With awe-inspiring speed, Kaysar swiped his claws at Jareth’s outstretched arm. “You dare to touch what’s mine?”

He did think of Cookie as his. How did she feel about that, after everything that had happened?

The prince’s hand flew into the chasm, severed from his wrist. A gruesome sight she found oddly satisfying.

As if he’d known such pain before, Jareth clutched the bloody stump to his chest and wheezed. “I’ll rejoice the day I kill you, Kaysar.”

Protective urges pitched and swelled. Harm her teammate? No. Oh, no. She’d end Jareth first, despite her companion’s protests.

“The female may stay. The king and the prince have thirty seconds to take their feud elsewhere,” the one named Micah shouted, his voice a lash of anger.

Another threat to her teammate. She saw red. Here was the thing about Cookie. She valued her partners, whoever they were. At game time, any bad blood between them got benched.

In a flash, the burn returned to her arms.

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