Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Cyrus worked his jaw. “It’s supposed to give you added strength when you ingest it, not act as a crooking finger for Domino Crane.”
Something about his tone grabbed my attention. “You don’t like him.”
“I don’t not like him. We . . . have history.” He rubbed two fingers over his brow. “Let’s not talk about him right now. He probably won’t appear again, making him a moot point. The other Soalian on your team is a nonstarter. Unless one of your books leads you otherwise, do not admit what you are. The fewer people who know the truth, even among supposed allies, the better. Not everyone is good at keeping secrets.”
As he spoke, he looked as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. I intended to comfort him, to hug him and fill his ears with reassurance, planting and watering good seeds in his heart, but a sprout of doom broke through the soil in my memory garden.
Something terrible was soon to happen. Something worse than anything we’d ever experienced. I knew it.
The blood in my veins flash froze. “Cyrus,” I croaked.
His gaze snapped to mine. He stepped closer to me. Opened his mouth.
A whoosh sounded as the office door opened, welcoming in Mr. Vyle and the other royals.
Cyrus compressed his lips into a thin line. He didn’t move away from me but wound his arm around my waist, resting his fingers on the curve of my hip. “Arden, you’ve met Mr. Vyle.”
“Good to see you again, Lady Roosa.” The executioner offered a pleasant smile as I hurried to uproot the doom and forage for calm. He wore a black suit without stripes today, this one as perfect as the last, made from the softest-looking cloth I’d ever seen. Not a hair was out of place. He exuded undeniable magnetism.
I managed a lame nod of greeting. What I didn’t do? Respond verbally. It wasn’t good to see him, and I wouldn’t lie about it.
“Arden, meet High Princess Lollipop Dolion.” Cyrus’s tone became as sharp as glass. “My sister-in-law.”
Um, I’d only ever heard her referred to as Lolli. Was Lollipop her full name or a personal endearment?
She glared at him and grated, “Lolli. Ex-sister-in-law. Ex in general.”
Unconcerned by the corrections, he waved to the men. “High Prince Summit Bardin, High Prince Mallow Merrick, and High Prince Felix Dolion.”
“Hello,” I said, doing my best not to wither with intimidation. Especially when Lolli looked me over with obvious contempt.
The high princes looked me over as well. While Summit sneered a bit, Mallow appeared curious, and Felix amused.
“So you’re the one who put stars in my brother’s eyes,” Felix remarked, and I blushed.
In appearance, the half siblings shared many similarities. Both men were striking and self-assured, harsh in their intensity, but Felix projected a slightly easier aura, as if you could approach him without permission and not lose your head for it. Well, not right away.
“I’d heard the rumors but didn’t believe them until now. Slumming it with a lady-in-training. Really, Cy?” Summit rolled his eyes. “And at such a critical time.”
“If he wants to blow his chance at ruling the kingdom, let him,” Lolli quipped. “I support his foolishness, and you should too.”
Undeniable digs at me. Though my confidence took a beating, I maintained my polite mask.
“When I’m crowned king,” Cyrus stated, utterly at ease, “I will remind you of these insults, and you will beg for Arden’s forgiveness.”
I mean, I wouldn’t say no to an apology.
While Lolli and Summit bristled, Mallow smiled at me. “I’m pleased to meet you, Lady Roosa. I hope you realize their slights reveal their character flaws, not yours.”
“I’m pleased to meet you as well, High Prince Mallow.” I returned the smile. “And yes, I do.”
“I’ll take your statement, Lady Arden,” Mr. Vyle said, moving the conversation along.
“Of course.” Here goes. “I noticed nothing out of the ordinary during the tour of the treatment ward. We returned to class, began training, and the maddened attacked.” The facts, no elaboration.
“Thank you.” He asked no follow-ups but shifted his attention to Cyrus. “Your presence is required elsewhere.”
My cue to go. “I’ll be on my way.” I looked to Cyrus.
“We’ll talk soon,” he promised.
“Yes, please.” Maybe I’d made a mistake, not telling him about the doom while I’d had the chance. He deserved a warning.
But then, wouldn’t I be giving him a seed of doom? A fear as much of an enemy as CURED.
Cyrus dipped his chin and pressed a soft, swift kiss into my lips before releasing me.
Lolli made a huffing noise. I lifted my head high and strolled from the room, certain CURED and fear weren’t my only enemies.
Chapter Six
For as long as you live, troubles and trials will arise, but understand this: Outside pressures lose their power when they are not allowed to dwell within.