Emmerich
I growled softly. It wasn’t easy being pulled away from between Sienna’s legs. Even then, while I had my tongue in her, I could already feel myself shifting back to my leopard form. Would I have been able to stop this?
“Pete?”
That was the first word she said in the Meadows. My world. My kingdom. I was surprised to feel my claim on it when I had always accepted my role as the spare. Maybe it had something to do with the hatred I felt for its king. I wanted to kill him. I would find a way. I didn’t need a key as motivation to avenge myself. I would die trying.
“Who’s this lass, Emmerich?” Luther asked, amusement dripping from his voice and whole demeanor. His guards mirrored his leer, always eager to please him. They had become like him if they weren’t already long time ago w
