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To others, he’s a menacing creature. To Sasha, she admires him like a monster only she understands.
Fearlessly, she points at Remi’s hulking chest. “I have you jacket.”
He almost grins at her goof, his gaze combing her dark hair. “Keep it. It’s yours.”
Vivian mumbles, “What are they talking about?”
I mutter, “Remi was there when Alena and Loch rescued Sasha. It was cold. He gave her his leather. Long story.”
“No.” Vivian sighs. “I spot a love story.”
Grant side-whispers, “Not with our sister, you don’t. Axel will fucking kill him. Clearly, we need a plan B for her citizenship.”
He steps toward Sasha, protectively wrapping his arm around her petite shoulders. “Come on, killer.” Grant jokes with her. “If you want to murder someone with a bread knife, put butter on it first.”
But Sasha won’t stop looking back as we leave. Her eyes find Remi’s, watching her.
Then mine clock Wilder, twiddling his fucking fingers at Vivian again, just to piss her off. So Vivian gives him her middle finger farewell.
Bishop nods our way as we leave. We’ll be back, he knows.
But then I catch Luna, across the brewery, eyeing Vivian, her brows knitting like she recognizes her, but how?
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
VIVIAN
Jace grabsthe golden doorknob on the black door, but halts, turning to me. “We don’t usually do this.”
It’s the opulent door at the end of the dark hallway on the third floor. The one I already spied around when it was cracked open during Alena’s initiation.
The tempting entrance to their throne room.
“Why not?” I ask quietly, yet so damn intrigued.
“Kings like to save some surprises for their queen’s initiation.” He leans down, seeking my lips. After our tender kiss, he explains, “But that doesn’t feel right for us. Not with everything you’ve been through. I want your comfort and consent with no surprises; just everything you desire.”
I tease softly, “How do you know what I desire?”
He smirks. “You’re kidding me, right? Between our dirty talk and sexting and all the toys I’ve clocked you taking home over the past year, I’m pretty sure I know what you want. But just in case…”
He swings the door open and gestures for me to enter.
With the daylight streaming in through the tall windows overlooking the lush courtyard below, their throne room almost looks like a movie set.
Like exalted and erotic things happen in here.
I scan the large room, formerly a bedroom, and count seven pairs of black-and-white velvet thrones. Their semicircle halved by a red throne with one extra white throne at the end.
I point to it. “Is that Sasha’s?”
“Yeah.” Jace grins proudly. “I said she should sit beside Mom, but Sasha wanted to respect the birth order. So she sits beside Alena and Loch, the youngest.”
“So from the end,” I reason aloud, pointing at the thrones, “that’s Sasha’s, then Alena and Loch’s, Zar and Nick’s, and then…”
I swallow my words, not believing I could have a perfect world like this.
“It’ll be your throne.” Jace takes my hand, leading us across the room with its gleaming, hardwood floors, opulent caviar-black walls and ceiling, all trimmed in ornate gold.
