Intervention.
I hung my head as the truth settled on my shoulders. I would give my virginity to this man, and even this dark prince could not, would not prevent it.
I moved around him and very slowly made my way up the white marble stairs, each step felt heavier and heavier, until I stopped in front of the massive King.
He had jet black hair, crystal blue eyes, and a smile that was menacing in a way that promised pain, not pleasure.
I bowed low. “King Set.”
“I think you’ll enjoy your time here, princess.”
Protection. My country needed protection. The times of old were ending, we needed more than an army—we needed the favor of the gods.
I swallowed the dryness in my throat and then met his gaze. “The pleasure is all mine.”
He smiled. “Oh, it will be. Trust me.”
My stomach rolled.
Darkness followed me as the jackal moved to the King’s right side and stood.
“Son?” King Set said. “You’ve measured and found her pure?”
“I have.”
“She stays that way. She’s mine.” King Set’s voice boomed.
The jackal tilted his head at me then snapped his fingers, a black mist filled the air and then the head of the beast was gone and in its place…
Utter perfection.
Full lips, strong jaw, muscle on top of muscle, with white blond hair that hung in loose braids with jewels twined through them. His eyes were bright blue, and the gold of his armor was almost blinding.
“You?
??ll have to forgive my son.” King Set grinned. “He may be the envy of every male and female in the realm for his beauty, but his words are few.”
I nodded just as King Set placed a hand on my lower back pulling me forward and whispering, “Tonight.”
I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, and with a red-eyed demon hovering over me like I’d somehow conjured him in my sleep.
“Seriously!” I shoved him. “As if I’m not scared enough now, I have to worry about you watching me sleep!”
He scowled. “I heard you scream, so I ran. And the last person who woke me out of my slumber is missing his spleen, so I would choose your next words carefully.”
“A spleen.” I repeated as his red eyes narrowed at my sweaty state. “Why a spleen?”
“Easy, they taste better.”
I gasped. Horrified. Absolutely horrified. Only to earn a small smirk from Timber, who shrugged.
“You’re making fun of me.”
“Naturally.” He stood and walked over to the black dresser. “The spleen was easier to grab and I was standing in front of this person, so I just reached, twisted, and—” He looked over his shoulder with a grin. “Popped.”
“I will never think of popcorn the same way again. Ever.”
“Ah the sound of popcorn, not unlike the sound of skin as it—”