There was apparently history between these two. And not the pleasant kind. I felt a little cheap now that I knew Maxim only kissed me to get a rise out of Weston. Then I thought about it, and no, I didn’t; it was nice, regardless.
“Is this the girl?” Maxim gestured to me. I felt Weston tense against me, and I needed to know what they were talking about. How would Maxim know anything about me?
“Ah, I see. You have not told her, and it appears she won’t like it,” Maxim continued.
“Told me wha—”
Weston’s arm tightened. “Say another fucking word and I will finish what I should have done a long time ago,” he told Maxim.
The prince shot out of his chair. “You think you still can?”
“Weston . . .” I said nervously when he pushed me to the side. They were going to kill e
ach other, and I would be left surrounded by Untouchables. I watched them stand in front of each other, only inches apart. They were the same height and similarly built, but couldn’t Maxim kill Weston with one touch? Was Weston mad?
I realized he was when he said, “Shall we find out?”
My nervousness settled in my stomach when I thought I would have to watch Weston die in front of my eyes. They stared at each other for another moment before Maxim spoke.
“Take the girl and get out of my camp, before I decide to keep her. She sure knows how to use her tongue.”
Okay, now I felt cheap.
Weston’s arm blurred in an arc and Maxim’s head whipped around. The motion was so quick, I would have missed it if I blinked. Weston spoke in a language I didn’t understand, and Maxim looked at him with hatred and a bloody lip. I took a deep breath when Maxim let Weston walk away; he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door.
I heard Maxim’s voice behind me. “When he is done using you, come find me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LUST AND MAGES
I never had a man in my life before. My grandfather died before I was born and I never knew my father.
I was a bastard and had been looked upon as such until I was old enough that men started noticing my classic looks more suited for a blue-blood than peasant stock, and decided the nature of my birth could be overlooked.
I’d never been interested in any man until I started to see the appeal in a pair of green eyes.
Maybe it was the fact that men were a new thing to me that made me feel the way I did. Made me feel safe, when I was only a means to an end. I realized I was as brainwashed as the women in Maxim’s harem.
My brain knew it; my body just didn’t understand.
Weston might not have had a hum, but one thrummed through me at his closeness and his rough hand wrapped around my arm.
My skin tingled at his side brushing mine as he walked beside me. He walked me right out of an Untouchable army, and my body wanted to thank him in a carnal way, while my mind knew this was one prison to another. One that would destroy Alyria.
I looked up at him, seeing that he was already watching me. And most likely hearing every one of my thoughts. I didn’t care. I’d been used to the lack of privacy a long time ago.
There was so much going on in his eyes that I couldn’t read them. Tension clouded the air between us and I tried to lighten up the mood.
“Why do you have fangs?”
His lips tipped up, and I wondered if it would be different kissing him than it had been with Maxim. Would his sharp teeth cut me? My thoughts were interrupted by angry eyes. I got back on track.
“I’m not completely against it, but I need to know you aren’t going to try to bite me. I’ve already had enough of that.”
He stopped and turned me towards him. “Who bit you?”
“Some naked woman in the forest.”