The Bazaar (Fae's Captive Book 6) by Lily Archer

Author:Lily Archer [Archer, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lily Archer
Published: 2019-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

8

Gareth

“—isn’t up for discussion.” Chastain paces in front of me as I button the last golden closure on the stupid shirt.

“I’m not yours to command.” I stalk past him and into the hall. My golden collar irritates me, and I can feel every bump from the gaudy jewels along my pants seams. I’m nothing short of a hideous chandelier.

Chastain keeps up. “No, but you’ve agreed to help us, and I expect that agreement to be honored.”

I whirl on him. “Are you challenging my word?”

“Of course not.” He throws his hands up. “But you have to trust that Silmaran and I know what we’re doing. We know Cranthum and we know Zatran far better than you ever could.”

“I don’t doubt that, but your plan is rash.”

“No, it’s exactly what we need.” Chastain runs a hand through his hair, the strain evident in the slight shake of his fingers. “And I don’t like it either!” He slams a fist into the wall, a puff of dust erupting from the hole he leaves. “You think I want to do this? I don’t. But—”

“What’s going on?” Silmaran strides toward us, her face covered and a curved sword strapped to her side.

“Nothing.” Chastain recovers somewhat. “We’re ready.”

“Parnon?”

“He’s gone with Eldra to arrange the chariot. We’ll meet them beyond the dunes and begin the ruse.”

“Good.” She checks a set of knives strapped just under her blouse.

“Where’s Beth?” I peer over her head at movement down the hall.

Silmaran steps past me.

My breath utterly stops, perhaps my heart, too.

A vision in emerald green saunters toward me, the bottom half of her face covered in a gauzy material with tiny jewels hanging from its bottom edge. Her eyes are rimmed with black, their brown depths hinting at delights I can’t begin to comprehend. The rest of her is a feast for the eyes—her pert breasts swelling over the top of a thin band of green fabric, bare midriff with a lickable navel, and nothing left to the imagination from her waist down. She turns as if she forgot something. That’s when I see the part of the outfit that nearly brings me to my knees. Her round ass is on full display, nothing but a thong of leather keeping the scrap of green against her body.

“Steady on, Gareth.” Chastain claps a hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t look at her.” I reach her in three steps, just as she turns around. “Oh, the filthy things I am going to do to you.”

She bats her lashes. “Well, you’re supposed to, my lord. After all, I’m your harlot.”

I lean closer, scenting her hair that cascades over one shoulder, feeling the heat radiating from her body, sensing the desire pulsing between her thighs.

“Remember, this is all for show, my lord.” She trails a finger between her breasts, down her stomach, and toys with the edge of the sheer skirt floating around her waist. “Don’t get too invested.”

“Too invested?” I loom over her, my body demanding I take what is mine. But I don’t. I push the feral back, though it claws and roars.

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