The Silent Princess by T.A. Grey

Author:T.A. Grey [Grey, T. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grey Ink Press LLC
Published: 2015-03-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter TWENTY-ONE

Jo MacKellen had learned long ago that you there were varying levels of shit. You could be in deep shit. Or you could be in deep shit. He was in the latter.

Something had happened after he’d taken Queen Lysette’s hand and accepted her proposal He’d do anything to save Hanna’s life if he could. So, against his better judgment, he’d accepted her sexual proposal--whatever that would mean for him.

However, she hadn’t wanted to perform that night. So, in agreement, he’d gone back to his room, worried and contemplating what might occur between them in the future.

In his room was a bottle of wine that hadn’t been there before. Here he made the fatal mistake. Stress from his sexual conversation with Lysette drew him to the bottle. It smelled potent and clean, so he tipped the bottle back and drank some to take the edge off.

The biggest, most stupid mistake of his life. One which he’d never be able to forgive himself for.

He drank poisoned wine.

Not that he realized it in that instant, only realized after feeling its negative effects. Laced with what exactly, he was unsure. Some kind of heavy sedative or tranquilizer. He’d gone out quickly. He remembered the room getting black and foggy before he crashed to the floor in a heap.

Now, Jo took stock his situation, a rather unusual one for him. He was not in his room where he should be.

Blindfolded--check.

Handcuffed with silver cuffs that burned like a son of a bitch--check.

Was rolling around in the trunk of someone’s car--yes.

He could hear the rumble of the tires and feel the motion of the car as he swayed.

Someone was stealing him.

Years of training allowed him to keep calm. Who stole him? Not likely to be the queen. Who had something to gain in removing him from the Gerioux pack, was his next question. Perhaps Xavier Carbon saw him as a threat? That was all he had.

Either way, someone would pay dearly for this.

The car slowed, then rolled to a stop. Jo tumbled around, his tied feet sliding into the rear passenger seats. He heard footsteps crunching across gravel, then the trunk lid popped open. Dark, his vision was murky from the ski mask they’d put on him. Men grabbed him and yanked him out, his muscles were stiff from riding and hurt from whatever drugs they’d given him. He had no idea how long he’d been passed out for. Likely hours.

“Take him and lock him up,” a deep voice said.

Recognition hit instantly. Fuck. It was Xavier Carbon.

“Right, sir.”

Jo relied on his other senses, his hearing and his smell to pick up clues as to where they’d taken him. The room felt big and open, smelled metallic like steel. Lots of air whipping through. Maybe a warehouse or large storage facility. Not a house or anything like that. He could hear people milling about, but not many.

Fuck, he was angry. He’d been stupid, had made a grave mistake.

But the bigger mistake was in these lykaens stealing him.

Because they’d just signed their death wish.

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