Chapter Seventeen
Reynard addressed Illusia’s former queen with the same respect he’d offered her for the weeks since word of Nor’s death. Yet on this day, his mission was specific.
“It is time for me to assume the full power that Nor’s death leaves me.”
“I’m sure you’ve waited too long,” Casia said, agreeing with him.
“I have scheduled the ritual for a month from now and would like you to attend.”
“It would be my duty as a slave to assist you in anyway I can.”
“I do not consider you a slave, and it will be my first object to grant you your freedom.”
“You will not!” Casia shot back. “Nor did not see fit to give me my freedom, and neither will you.”
“We shall see,” he glowered darkly not used to women defying him.
She only nodded in reply. “I would, milord, ask permission to take a
