Queen of the Beasts: A Paranormal Romance by K.M. Carnoky

Author:K.M. Carnoky [Carnoky, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Typewriter Pub
Published: 2021-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

“What do you think of this one?” Griffin asked for what felt like the thousandth time, his words falling on deaf ears.

My caramel-coloured eyes were not looking at him, my focus only on the unfarmiliar things around me, places where ill-doers could be hiding and knives could be stashed. I watched as people hustled through the market, their arms loaded with fresh fruits or new textiles. Vendors were competing for the attention of customers, showcasing all they could through the small window of attention they were given. Each cart and stand was lined with colourful fruits and vegetables, fragrant spices, or wild flowers. Humans were everywhere, many of them so disgruntled by the congestion that they paid no notice to me or the prince as they hustled by. There were children laughing and old friends hugging, with no time to fret about royalty and the unnamed woman who lived in the palace. This all would’ve been a beautiful sight if I hadn’t been so tightly wound.

“Violet,” Griffin called, his voice different. Was he irritated with me?

“Yes, sorry,” I replied with a little shake of my head. I immediately zeroed in on the intricate white lace that was on the palm of his hand. I knew it was stunning and expensive, but my heart and mind were elsewhere. So, my eyes flashed up to the hopeful vendor, and I put on an apologetic smile. “It’s lovely, but not for me,” I said.

Griffin murmured additional thanks and shot the old woman such a kind grin that her cheeks heated with a deep blush. I took a few steps away from him, aware that Oliver was trailing close behind but knew me well enough to give me some room to breathe. Besides, with his slight limp, he would have a hard time catching up without being conspicuous. Even with all these people swarming around, just being away from Griffin’s constant questioning and Oliver’s protective gaze eased some of the anxiety that had been plaguing my mind. I just needed to think without the reminder of the situation I had put Oliver and his men in. Unfortunately, my alone time was short-lived.

“Come on, Lettie,” Griffin almost groaned.

He quickly caught up to me and grabbed my hand, and in a single smooth motion, he spun me around to face him. It might’ve been meant to be kind or playful, but the assertive gesture made me jerk away from him as thoughts of Thorn and his unwanted touches flashed through my mind. My eyes darted around to find Oliver. When I found him leaning against an old stone wall, watching from a reasonable distance with a dagger in hand, my heartbeats slowed a fraction.

“Violet, what’s wrong?” Griffin asked, his voice softer now. His ocean-blue eyes searched my face, and he took a step closer, like he knew he was missing something. Clearly, he had seen my panic, no matter how brief it had been, no matter how hard I had tried to control it. But he had read it all wrong.

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