Scarred (Never After Series) by Emily McIntire

Author:Emily McIntire [McIntire, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 28

Sara B.

Strychnine.

Not the most subtle of poisons, but I didn’t need subtlety. I needed something that had no known remedy and would work quickly.

Lord Takan is harmless—a sacrifice for the greater good—but somewhere in the deepest part of me, I could feel a piece of my soul wither and chip when I slipped the powder in his drink and watched it dissolve, knowing I was serving him nothing but death.

Lord Takan is first cousins with the king, which makes him a Faasa, and although not high in line to assume the throne, he is in the line. And my thirst for revenge won’t be quenched until I’ve eradicated every drop of Faasa blood from the earth.

Michael’s hand trembles as he grips my forearm, beads of sweat forming on his brow as we’re escorted by a corral of guards, led by Timothy and another man in uniform with shaggy blond hair. I can’t remember his name, but I know he was the one who restrained that woman with Lord Reginald’s head. Xander stomps in front of us, running a hand through his hair as if he can’t calm his thoughts.

We file into Michael’s office, and Timothy grips my elbow, his eyes scanning me from head to foot, as if he’s worried I too ingested poison that will paralyze my airways and have me seize until I die.

“I want to know,” Michael’s voice shakes the walls. “What the fuck that was.”

Xander paces back and forth in front of the desk.

He’s a talented actor, I’ve decided.

After all, it was him that slipped me the poison in the first place.

“The ball must go on,” Xander chirps. “This is the perfect time for you both to come together and reassure the people. Show them that in adversity we find strength…” He points between Michael and me. “In each other.”

I scoff. “Do you ever think of anything besides politics?”

His lips turn down, a sinister glaze coasting through his eyes.

The door flies open and Prince Tristan storms through, a dark energy swirling around him, making it feel like the temperature drops just from his presence.

I shiver, my heart thumping in my chest.

He does not look happy.

“Tristan,” Xander snips. “It’s always death that brings you around, isn’t it?”

Tristan’s footsteps are heavy, his long black jacket floating out behind him as he cuts across the room. Xander’s eyes widen and he backs away until he bumps into the lip of the desk.

Quick as a flash, Tristan’s hand shoots out, gripping Xander by the face until his cheeks smoosh, his glasses pushed until they’re crooked and bent on his forehead.

“Tristan, please,” Michael sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

His jaw tenses as he lifts Xander up until his toes are kissing the ground.

There’s a tendril of worry for my cousin, but I’m so surprised by the sheer energy radiating from the prince that I’m frozen in place, a heady sensation flooding through me as he dominates every other man in the room just by choosing to be in it.

My eyes track along the rings on his fingers, moving over the thick veins in his hand.

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