Page 303 of Sky’s Edge
“Son, we are murderers,” Tatra affirmed calmly.
His eyes blazed red. “I am a king. I am of the ancients. My blood is pure demon. My blood is royal. My blood is the blood of a king. I rule as I see fit. What I do is not murder. What I do is at the whim of a king.”
“And taking your father out of play made you king,” she pointed out. “You’ll get your crown again, my boy,” she assured. “And you will rule over much more than Sky’s Edge.”
“We need to escape to the Three Realms,” Arnaud demanded. “We’re not safe here. And we do not belong here.”
He sniffed his last.
He was referring to their current accommodation, and she understood his disdain.
The crumbling human stronghold that had been abandoned centuries ago, an edifice built into a mountain in the Center, a stronghold that she’d retrofitted to be one of their refuges should her plans go awry, was far from what they were used to.
There might be little luxury, but it was warm. It was comfortable. They had food.
And they were very far away from anyone, so no one could hear a being scream.
“We will not leave our land,” she retorted.
“They’re going to find us,” he whined.
She took in yet another steadying breath but fortunately was saved from having to respond when one of her males filled the doorway.
“Your Majesty,” he said.
“Yes?” Arnaud replied.
“He meant me,” Tatra gritted between her teeth.
Her son’s pout returned.
She shifted her attention to the male at the door. “Are they here?”
He dipped his chin. “They are, Your Majesty.”
She rose.
Arnaud rose.
She didn’t move further as she addressed the male. “Tell them I’ll be with them in a moment.”
Another chin dip from the male and he vanished from the doorframe.
Tatra now addressed her son. “You aren’t coming.”
His eyes widened. “You’re joking.”
“They think you a fool.”
“I’m not a fool,” he snapped.
In a flash, she was before him, her fingers wrapped around his neck tightly as she’d used them to drag him up from the sofa.
He gurgled and now his eyes were bugged out.
Yes.
Indeed.
