The Monster in the Closet (Monsters in the Dark Book 2) by Lewis Rebekah

Author:Lewis, Rebekah [Lewis, Rebekah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

The elf king led her into a dark chamber lit by a single cluster of crystals. Trygve stood next to Madison near the entrance, and they were holding hands. Phoebe didn't miss the smiles the two shared with each other when they thought they were unobserved. Could she have that same happiness if she stayed here with their king? One of the greatest achievements in life was happiness, and it was often the one thing most taken for granted. She owed it to herself to see this through because, in her own life, she wasn't happy. She put on a front for people, but she had nothing that gave her joy. She wanted joy, and she wanted love. Would one perhaps lead to the other over time?

"Come, my queen. On to the flat stones here." The king held his hand out to her and she took it, allowing him to assist her up to a raised platform. Furs and rugs covered the area. She glanced around, but there wasn't anything else in the cavern. "Do not be afraid," he said in a soothing voice. Then, without looking away from her, he said something in a foreign tongue she didn't recognize.

Phoebe was about to question what that meant, but Trygve stepped forward and pulled a small sack out of a pocket on the side of his robes. He opened the silky bag and produced a necklace. It was onyx like Madison's, or a mineral that resembled onyx, and was covered in glittering blue sapphires.

"It's beautiful," she muttered as the king accepted the necklace.

He smiled warmly and made a spinning gesture for her to turn around. "Only the best for my queen." He draped the necklace over her shoulders and she raised her hair for him to clasp it in the back. After he fastened the jewelry, he placed a gentle kiss to the curve of her neck and shoulder. When she turned around, the heat in his gaze caused her breath to hitch. Such raw desire was heady on its own, and coming from someone who looked like him?

I do want him. She swallowed and stepped closer. She accepted this fate which had befallen her, and her throat went dry at the thought of him moving on top of her. Within her.

The king spoke the language of the dark elves again, and she heard her name. This time, Trygve translated for her as he resumed his place beside Madison. "Do you, Phoebe of Midgard, devote yourself to Eerikki, King of Svartalfheim?"

She looked from one male to the next, realizing there was no backing out of this if she did it. She would be bound to an elf king forever. Yet, instead of thinking of reasons to run, she smiled. His name is Eerikki, and he can be all mine. "I do."

Eerikki's voice grew thick as he continued speaking while he stepped behind her to pull at the ties on the bustier. She started to tell him it zipped on the

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