Malicious King: A Paranormal Royal Romance (Territorial Mates Book 6) by Mary E. Twomey

Author:Mary E. Twomey [Twomey, Mary E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Pure Fae

Adeline

“Adeline!” Lilya scolds me as if I’ve belched at the table.

The king’s thigh is bleeding all over his white pants, which, honestly, it serves him right for wearing such a ridiculous getup. White pants, white shirt, white vest, white suit coat and white tie? It’s begging for a good staining.

“I didn’t kill him, but I’m going to if he doesn’t tell me how to undo it all.” I rip off the king’s white belt and use it to bind his hands behind his back.

Alexavier kneels next to his father, who’s groaning too loud for my liking, if I’m to get all the information I need without interruption from his guards in the hallways.

I take off my boot and rip my wet sock from my foot, ball it up, and shove it between his teeth to muffle the sound. My manky sock is disgusting, sure, but it’s a double-insult, because I know he’d rather drink the sweat of the fae than touch a filthy shifter’s sock.

“You can’t kill him!” Alexavier is distraught, which wasn’t my goal, but it helps amplify the tension so the king believes I’m actually capable of murdering a monarch.

With Ronin’s safety on the line, I’m not sure tha’s far off from the truth.

Lalita whines tha Ronin isn’t well, but I don’t know if she’s being paranoid, or if she can actually sense dips in his wellbeing.

“How do we undo it?” I ask, my bloody knife twirling in my hand as I stand beside the king’s supine form.

It’s not the angry aggression tha scares people the most. It’s the calm methodical nature of an interrogation. It’s them knowing tha I’m in complete control of what I’m about to do, and there’s little emotion involved.

I remove the sock from his mouth.

“The vampires can burn, for all I care! If I could rip the roofs off every single home in Drexdenberg, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy them all.”

Good. He’s not smirking anymore. I want him distressed.

“How?” I ask again. When he doesn’t answer, I shove the sock back between his teeth and stab my dagger into his other thigh.

I ride out his panting, his pain, with a calm smile as I pat him atop his head, like he’s my dog.

“There is no way,” King Fairbucks finally chokes out, his rasp triumphant.

“Ivorum,” Lilya whispers.

“What?” Alexavier is just as clueless as I am with the non-sequitur.

“Ivorum is a purifier. Ground into powder, it can cure food poisoning and stomach bugs.” Her voice rises as trepidation of being on the cusp of a cure finally reaches our ears. “If we took the ivorum and ground it into powder, it could clean out the sickness.”

My head whips to her. “You’re just now telling us this?”

Lilya holds up her hands. “In my defense, I mentioned the healing properties of ivorum powder in one of my speeches in front of the entire Drexdenberg territory. I came across it while I was studying the history of the people.”

I vaguely remember this, and kick myself for not thinking of it sooner.

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