by Eve Langlais
“Not the world, just this continent.” Because giving up the Emerald crown didn’t mean one day her daughter couldn’t be queen.
Lying awake in his bed, he knew better than to move. He kept his breathing even. Listening, and waiting.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill him in his sleep. He had the scars to prove it, not that anyone knew. Roark hadn’t told a soul about the assassination attempts, mostly because he wasn’t sure who kept sending them. He’d been so sure it had to be the Emerald queen, who bristled at the upstart who demanded his kingdom receive recognition and respect. But the queen had been dead a few weeks now.
And this was the third attempt.
Titan would be pissed. He’d taken the last one quite personally given he’d put in extra measures to prevent it.
The whisper of something sliding across stone indicated it neared. A faint smell, as if something had crawled from the river outside, let him know how they’d made it into his city. The rivers that kept it clean and provided transport also made his castle vulnerable.
Just as he readied himself to fight, there was a squeal then the stench of something dying. And dying fast.
“Illumen.” He barked the word he used to focus energy into light and saw a slim figure standing over a rapidly decaying heap.
The figure held a pair of daggers and stared at the melting lump until it was but a spot on the floor. The same each time. The enemy appearing of the fleshly world, only death turned it into less than nothing.
The person who’d killed it turned. “He finally awakens.” A piercing gaze in a face more striking than beautiful met his. Her cheekbones were sharp, her nose straight, and her chin pointed. But her lips were full and mocking.
“Who are you?” he queried.
“Name is Casey. I was hired by Titan to be the new bodyguard.”
Someone is trying to kill the Marshland king and his heir, meaning it’s up to Casey to him safe. But who will guard her heart? Catastrophic Attraction is next.
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