The King's Bride : A Steamy Second Chance Fantasy Romance (Scions of the Underworld Book 3) by P.S. Scott

Author:P.S. Scott [Scott, P.S. & Scott, P.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-24T16:00:00+00:00

15

Delton

Delton’s mind was in chaos. He kept replaying what happened on the way to his destination. Delton had confessed his greatest weakness to his wife. He felt raw like he had been cut open and left bleeding. Yet, he also felt lighter, like all the space Karina’s memory had taken up had been cleared away. Even now, he could feel Xara’s gaze upon him, prodding him, and watching over him as he divulged his greatest secret. It had felt like pulling out needles that he didn’t know were embedded in his skin. Every memory was painful, every word a reminder of how he had suffered.

He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought Xara was tame and harmless. She had broken down his defenses little by little until he had no choice but to give her everything. Yet, he’d felt safe with her. She listened, truly listened, to everything he had to say. It made him wonder how things would’ve turned out if he’d told Xara the truth on the day of their wedding. Could he have spared them both years of suffering?

Karina’s betrayal would always be part of his story, the ugly ink stain in his flawless life. But Xara didn’t need to be part of that story. Delton sat alone in the dark carriage and realized that he had been unfair to his wife. He owed her an apology, for she had no part in her father’s scheme. She wasn’t Karina. She hadn’t broken his heart. But he’d broken hers.

On that uncomfortable thought, he arrived at the prison where Walric was. General Darius was waiting for him when he stepped off. It was time to focus on work.

“Has Walric said anything yet?” he asked, burying their earlier

“Nothing useful. Amara is still in there with him.”

Delton groaned. He couldn’t afford a repeat performance of Osric.

“I’ll make him talk.” Delton stepped past the threshold. The prison guards stood in attention, bowing to the king as he passed by the cells filled with snarling, loud criminals. Felix followed him like a shadow.

When they arrived at Walric’s prison, he threw the door open to find Amara pouring a bucket of water in the prisoner’s face. She paused and bowed upon catching sight of him.

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he told her, glaring at Walric. “Finally, I have you. Are you going to start talking or should we escalate the torture?”

“You…” Walric spat out a mouthful of cold water. “How dare you show up in front of me after what you did!?”

“That’s my line,” Delton said, his boots gliding on the wet stone floor. “You’re a traitor. You’ve been plotting to dethrone me for years. I’m being merciful by letting you live.”

“You? Merciful?” Walric scoffed. “The second I reveal Ifer’s identity, you’ll have my throat slit.”

So, he wasn’t as stupid as he looked.

Walric’s light eyes glared at him as if trying to burn him to death with a single gaze. Delton grabbed him by the throat and roughly tilted his neck up. “You will talk, Walric. Or, I’ll make you wish that you were dead.

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