Bending low, I place a kiss to his lips, tasting blood and Ulf’s distinct flavor. He kisses me back and my body responds, just how it always does when Ulf is near…which is why I can never let him go.
Cupping his cheek, I lick the blood away from his mouth. A moan leaves him as I know blood exchange is a sacred act, which is why I have done it. I want him to know that I choose him—always.
King Egbert glares at me as I break the kiss, but if I’m to play his games, then it’s by my rules. Cecily whimpers, attempting to back away, but she cannot as she is still shackled.
“Please, show mercy,” she begs, sobbing hysterically. “If not to me, then for my baby.”
“I will,” I state very calmly.
“Oh, thank you,” Cecily sobs, her chest heaving. “You are honorable, Emeline. You are a good woman who—
