Michelle M. Pillow - Lords of Var 3 - The Bound Prince.wps by Crystal & Billy

Author:Crystal & Billy [Crystal & Billy]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-11-02T23:37:56.946000+00:00

To hold one’s arms wide was to accept. This was a major slight. Sam

grimaced. Her father stated louder, “You have slept with my daughter.”

If Sam had any lingering doubts about what she’d done, her father’s

reaction cleared them up. It was as she feared. That was all the confirmation

she needed. Things could not be undone. Swallowing, she stepped forward.

Hoping to defuse the situation, Sam began, “Father--”

“You mated with a Roane?” Zothos questioned, his brow rising on his

face.

Sam looked at Falke and his dark eyes met hers. He nodded in a silent

acknowledgement that he was indeed part Roane. She’d never thought to ask.

Her father turned to her and continued, “His body will not create life

with yours, Xantha. You give life, his kind borrows it. He will drain you. His

child will drain you. Not to mention Gretori Fenton will be disappointed.”

“Not everything is about marriage and alliances,” she mumbled under

her breath. Truthfully, she was a little mortified by the whole conversation.

She really should have known her father would react in such a way. Zothos’

gaze narrowed and she rushed, “Father, may I introduce Prince Falke.”

“A Prince,” her father said, his face lightening some. Somehow the

expression didn’t give Sam comfort. His hands dropped to the side. He turned

to Falke, not as aggressive as before. “What family?”

“Var,” Falke answered, his tone even. Sam was secretly glad for that.

She liked that he wasn’t going to be an easy read for her father.

“How old is your line?” Zothos asked.

“My father, please,” Sam pleaded.

“Come now, Xantha, doesn’t a father have the right to question the

man sleeping with his daughter? You have brought him before me. You knew

what would happen.” Zothos turned back to Falke. He was dwarfed by the

man, but didn’t seem to notice or care.

Sam wanted to die. Did he have to do this now? In front of his men? In

front of her crew?

“Fifty-sixty generations at least,” Falke stated. His lip curled into the

closest thing she’d ever seen to a full smile, which wasn’t saying much. There

was pride in him. “Perhaps more. Before that time not many records were

kept.”

“And will you be King?” Zothos asked.

“My brother, Kirill, is King. I am second in line, but do not look to take

the crown. My duty lies as Commander of the Var Armies.”

“Armies?” Zothos looked Falke’s massive size over. “Are you

warriors?”

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