by Wendi Wilson
A smile stretched across Sebille’s face, her sharp teeth gleaming with satisfaction.
“Bring him to me,” she ordered, and the guards gave her a salute before pulling the door closed behind them.
She struck a match and then threw it into the fireplace where a few logs rested. With a flick of her hand, she sent a light breeze toward it, fueling the flames until a roaring fire blazed. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the burning wood. Real wood. She smiled, and a chuckle burst from her.
“The humans would just die if they knew I was burning trees,” she murmured aloud.
A knock at the door pulled her attention and she called out an order to enter. The door swung open and a man strode in, exuding a confidence that made her stomach churn with acid. God, how she hated him. She would have killed him long ago, had he not proven himself invaluable.
“You wanted to see me, my Queen?” he asked, bending at the waist into a deep bow.
“Do not mock me, Puck,” she barked.
He pressed a palm to his chest as he gasped, the sound as contrived as his wide-eyed innocence.
“I assure you, my Queen, I do no such thing.” He tilted his head to one side, his eyes travelling up and down her tall frame. “Now, if I were to say you should fire your personal stylist…”
He chuckled at his own humor as Sebille looked down at her charred clothing. Her anger spiked to new heights and she took a threatening step toward him. He didn’t move. Not even a tiny flinch.
She wanted to choke the life out of him as one corner of his mouth turned up, ever so slightly. But she couldn’t. Not yet.
“Enough,” she said instead, slashing a hand through the air. “Tell me everything you know about one December Thorne.”
Afterword
Thanks so much for reading The Orphan. I hoped you loved it!
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Acknowledgments
Thanks, as always, to my husband, Chad and my two boys for always supporting me and believing in me.
Thanks to Samantha Britt, fantasy author extraordinaire, for letting me squee every time I hit a major milestone, and grumble when I needed a lift up. Also, thanks for loving the book. You don’t know what it means to me.
Thanks to my amazing beta readers and my wonderful ARC team. You guys rock and I couldn’t do this without you.
And lastly, thanks to the awesome baristas at my new coffee shop. After moving to Idaho, I needed a new, comfortable space to work and you guys made it happen. Also, your iced coffees are the bomb. Dot com.
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The Blood Persuasion Series
The Unpersuadable Series