“The devil! Oh, he won’t outlive the night, I promise you that!”
“My lady!”
Desdira, sitting on her bed, cursed and privately swore at Metok. She worked her fingers together frantically, shook her head, and kicked her feet in the cushions.
“I’ll kill him before I’ll marry that monster!”
kill“My lady!”
“Oh….” Desdira looked now at her worried servant. “Oh, hush, Nila.”
Nila came near and sat beside Desdira, presumed to massage her neck and shoulders. “Please, my princess. You must relax. And—please—you can’t attempt to—”
“Attempt it?” Desdira sat forward swiftly and faced her friend. “Nila, you can count the moments Metok has left to live!”
“But he’ll suspect something like that, won’t he?”
“Not from me he won’t!”
Another voice sounded across the chamber. “You are quite correct, m
