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his
daughter, then he did not mean to fight. The elven princess was a tiny thing
although he could see that she was a mature female. Her hair was so long that it
touched her thighs. Her eyes were wide and shone a beautiful blue. Like the sky
on a clear winter’s day. Although she was highly attractive, he found that she
did nothing for him, unlike his little Ysnaar. His human was lush, sexy…he
snapped himself out of it realizing that the princess held out her hand. He
took it, trying to be gentle as she felt like she might break under his touch.
Shivering, she lowered her eyes.
    “Can
we offer refreshments?” Katar asked. A smaller male appeared carrying a tray of
golden goblets.
    “No,
thank you.”
    “Your
men perhaps?” The old male raised an eyebrow.
    “No.
Why have you called me?” Enough with the bullshit. He wanted answers and needed
to see the old king on his knee before accepting a truce.
    “My
mate has been gone six months now.” His blue eyes filled with unshed tears. “I
am a fool.”
    “Father,”
Keto’s eyes had narrowed.
    “Be
still. I allowed myself to be swayed. An old fool.” The last he muttered more
to himself. Katar shook his head. He seemed to be trying to pull himself
together. Some of the elven guard shuffled in the background. “My mate was
everything to me. Aside from her many attributes, she was also my most loyal
and trusted advisor.” He smiled for a few beats. Managing to look the picture
of sorrow. Zane found himself feeling sorry for the old king.
    “Esme
was wise. She understood my people and the different species like nobody’s
business. Never once gave me bad advice. I know that it is probably unwise to
admit this, but under the current circumstance I feel I can be honest” He
swallowed motioning to the male with the tray of goblets. Once he had taken a
drink, he continued. “I am lost without my Esme. We should never have listened
to those beasts. I would like to offer my apologies and if it’s not too late,
my allegiance to the vampire species.”
    Zane
noticed how the younger male’s lips had pulled into a thin white line. How his
hands had fisted at his sides. His eyes were narrowed shooting poison tipped
arrows his way. It was clear that Keto did not feel the same way as his father.
     The
old man’s eyes shone with sincerity and for now Katar was the leader of the
elves. The elven king lowered his gaze as a sign of submission. “As a peace
offering, I would like to offer you my most valued possession.”
    “Father,
please.” For the first time, Keto turned his head towards his father.
    “Be
still. You have done enough.” He added, “This is my will.”
    The
younger elf turned his eyes back on Zane, his jaw clenched so tight that Zane
was sure he might crack some teeth.
    “Please
accept as a token of peace my beloved daughter.”
    Griffin
made a choking sound and many of the guard, on both sides, shuffled nervously.
    “She
is a virgin and fully mature. She will make a good mate.”
    How
the fuck did he respond? To outright refuse
would be seen as denial of the elven allegiance. It would be taken as an
insult.  
    “Thank
you, Katar. I will graciously accept, but know that it is unnecessary and if
you wish to reconsider…” Zane hoped that he had not offended the king.
    The
old man smiled. “I insist—”
    “Father,
the vampire said it is unnecessary.”
    Vampire .
Who the fuck was this young buck’s vampire? Surely the bastard wasn’t referring
to him? Zane bristled at the younger male’s attitude. His hands itched, wanting
so badly to turn to fists. He wanted to punch some respect into the insolent
little prick.
    “Be
still. It is the last time I will ask this of you.”
    This
time Zane heard how the male ground his teeth together. Keto nodded once before
staring at the floor. His knuckles turned white at his sides.
    The
female said nothing. Her little hands were clasped in front of her, her eyes to
the ground.
    “I
would like for you to

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