Warlord's Enigma MM BDSM Sci-Fi Erotica by Yamila Abraham

Author:Yamila Abraham [Abraham, Yamila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yaoi Press
Published: 2016-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

9

Kinthor woke with Janus’ sleeping form in his arms. He was unsure of how much time had passed, but knew it wasn't morning.

He admired his beautiful slave, huddled in his embrace. How sweet the lovely prince has turned out for him. His sensitive body made up for the brattiness. The luscious creature could be molded just as he needed him to be. Kinthor smiled and caressed his soft cheek.

Janus blinked awake. He met his eyes with no signs of shame or regret in his expression.

“What is going on with your assistant in my court?”

Kinthor’s brow twitched as he deciphered the words. Oh, right.

Kinthor let out a long breath. “All right. You’ve pleased me too much to hold anything back from you.”

Janus smiled in a way that made him melt inside. “I did?”

“Yes. You’re a delight.”

Janus lowered his eyes. “Thank you.”

“My highest minister is still working on the matter. All I have is a preliminary report.”

“So? What did he say?”

Kinthor examined his face again. “Janus…” He drew another sigh before continuing. “Tell me about the clams.”

“What clams?”

The prince’s face held earnest confusion. He’d spoken immediately, and without any sign of distress. Kinthor stayed fixed on him.

“The clams that killed your father.”

He shook his head. “Clams? What are you talking about? He was poisoned with vitro leaf. A foreign poison that didn't have any antidote.”

Kinthor continued to examine him. “Are the signs of vitro leaf poisoning much like the signs of an allergic reaction? Did he grow swollen?”

Janus’ tone became sharp. “No. His lips turned blue and his skin ashen.” He swallowed burgeoning grief. “His eyes were so bloodshot they were nearly red.”

Kinthor looked away from his gaze. “Hmm. Your brother, who also claims his name is Janus, said you accidentally fed your father clams and he died from his allergy to them.”

Janus spoke over him. “Oh my gods…”

“He says you lost your mind when you realized you’d killed him, and that’s why he sent you here.”

“Not a word of that is true! He’s my younger brother, Haine. He’s impersonating me. My father didn’t have clams; there were no clams. Poison killed him. He took a sip of his drink and began to choke. We thought he’d had it go down the wrong pipe, but as he gagged he said, ‘poison!’ and we called for the doctor. There was a paste of vitro leaf on the bottom of his glass. He died within hours.”

A stitch formed between his brows. “Hmm.”

“Someone murdered my father. It was no accident. Haine and I hunted for the killer together. We questioned the entire staff, checked our vendors, searched every inch of the castle for clues.

“We worked for months trying to find his murderer. The night before I was kidnapped I’d finally determined the poisonous paste was from vitro leaf. Then, the next day I heard trumpets blaring for a royal inauguration. I saw Haine from my window, kneeling to take my crown! My chamber was locked from the outside. I screamed and banged at the door. Men I didn’t know burst in and stuck a gun to my neck.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.