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decided I could live the rest of my life without another meeting like that. They had covered security problems at the airport, a lawsuit at one of our hotels, a murder at one of the vamp bars and a string of robberies on the east coast.
When I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore and my eyes had glazed over, the men began to rise.
“Thank you, gentlemen, ladies. Remain seated, Remy.” The king nodded at each of them. When they’d all left, he turned to me and smiled. “Nice job, son. You handled yourself very well.”
“That was Dunston,” I said, leaning back in the chair and hoping I didn’t slip into a coma. “Always advising.”
“His specialty. Now, about the ball.” He raised an eyebrow at Dunston. “All the girls on the island will be there? You’ve seen to it?”
“Everyone is confirmed and eager, except one young lady who is giving me some difficulty.” Dunston chuckled softly. “I’m sure she’ll see things my way.”
“Good.” The king turned to me. “You will be gracious to every single one of them. Make sure you’re well fed, so you’re not tempted to feed off any of your potential brides. Plan to do a lot of dancing. It’s a fine way to see what a girl is made of.”
I pushed back my shoulders and sat straighter. “Sure. I’ll be there and I’ll dance. But you can’t make me marry any of them.”
“You, young man, have no say in the matter,” he hissed, then swiveled in his chair to face Dunston. “Anything new from Intelligence?”
Dunston pushed back in his chair and swung a leg up to rest on his other knee. “As you know, the letter came from somewhere on the island. I had the lab collect samples. So far, we’ve found traces of soil that we’ve narrowed down to a five mile radius of the castle. And we have some DNA. We just don’t know to whom it belongs, but it’s clearly werewolf.”
“That’s not helpful, since the island is overrun with the beasts.” My father grimaced.
“Beasts, Dad?” I shot him a look. “Don’t be prejudiced. You, of all people, with your endless lectures on how we’re all equal.”
He sighed. “Point taken. Except that it’s the werewolves who are after my throne. Let’s not forget, it was one of their pups who almost killed you.”
I could never win an argument with my dad, not when he used reasoning like that. Still, I knew there were many good werewolves out there. Though Cinderella had lost control and hurt me, I knew she was a good person. Or werewolf. She couldn’t be the only good one.
“What did the letter say?” I asked. We were in interesting territory now, so the fatigue deserted me.
My father’s eye twitched. “Nothing important.”
I scoffed. “Which is why you have men doing CSI stuff. Because it doesn’t matter.”
Dunston glanced to his king and waited for his nod of approval before turning to me. “The letter said that I’ve upset the natural order and will be punished. That I shall pay for my sins with my life.”
“The note was to you?” I asked.
“It was addressed to me, yes,” Dunston answered.
“I don’t understand.” The natural order? Dunston had mentioned it the other day. That I was meant to be human. “You think I’m the sin they’re referring to?”
Dunston nodded. “We believe so. A second letter came also, advising me to rectify my mistake or they’ll do it for me.”
I blinked. “The only way to undo it is to stake me or cut off my head.”
The lights above flickered and my eyes shot to my father. I’d only seen him this angry one other time. When my mother was murdered, my dad’s fury had caused a tsunami. Thankfully, no one on the island had been killed, but we’d lost a few trees and several buildings.
“It’s ironic that werewolves are angry with us for turning the prince into a vampire, yet it was one of their own who nearly killed him and made it necessary to save him,” Dunston said.
He wasn’t helping me in my struggle to get them to accept
When I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore and my eyes had glazed over, the men began to rise.
“Thank you, gentlemen, ladies. Remain seated, Remy.” The king nodded at each of them. When they’d all left, he turned to me and smiled. “Nice job, son. You handled yourself very well.”
“That was Dunston,” I said, leaning back in the chair and hoping I didn’t slip into a coma. “Always advising.”
“His specialty. Now, about the ball.” He raised an eyebrow at Dunston. “All the girls on the island will be there? You’ve seen to it?”
“Everyone is confirmed and eager, except one young lady who is giving me some difficulty.” Dunston chuckled softly. “I’m sure she’ll see things my way.”
“Good.” The king turned to me. “You will be gracious to every single one of them. Make sure you’re well fed, so you’re not tempted to feed off any of your potential brides. Plan to do a lot of dancing. It’s a fine way to see what a girl is made of.”
I pushed back my shoulders and sat straighter. “Sure. I’ll be there and I’ll dance. But you can’t make me marry any of them.”
“You, young man, have no say in the matter,” he hissed, then swiveled in his chair to face Dunston. “Anything new from Intelligence?”
Dunston pushed back in his chair and swung a leg up to rest on his other knee. “As you know, the letter came from somewhere on the island. I had the lab collect samples. So far, we’ve found traces of soil that we’ve narrowed down to a five mile radius of the castle. And we have some DNA. We just don’t know to whom it belongs, but it’s clearly werewolf.”
“That’s not helpful, since the island is overrun with the beasts.” My father grimaced.
“Beasts, Dad?” I shot him a look. “Don’t be prejudiced. You, of all people, with your endless lectures on how we’re all equal.”
He sighed. “Point taken. Except that it’s the werewolves who are after my throne. Let’s not forget, it was one of their pups who almost killed you.”
I could never win an argument with my dad, not when he used reasoning like that. Still, I knew there were many good werewolves out there. Though Cinderella had lost control and hurt me, I knew she was a good person. Or werewolf. She couldn’t be the only good one.
“What did the letter say?” I asked. We were in interesting territory now, so the fatigue deserted me.
My father’s eye twitched. “Nothing important.”
I scoffed. “Which is why you have men doing CSI stuff. Because it doesn’t matter.”
Dunston glanced to his king and waited for his nod of approval before turning to me. “The letter said that I’ve upset the natural order and will be punished. That I shall pay for my sins with my life.”
“The note was to you?” I asked.
“It was addressed to me, yes,” Dunston answered.
“I don’t understand.” The natural order? Dunston had mentioned it the other day. That I was meant to be human. “You think I’m the sin they’re referring to?”
Dunston nodded. “We believe so. A second letter came also, advising me to rectify my mistake or they’ll do it for me.”
I blinked. “The only way to undo it is to stake me or cut off my head.”
The lights above flickered and my eyes shot to my father. I’d only seen him this angry one other time. When my mother was murdered, my dad’s fury had caused a tsunami. Thankfully, no one on the island had been killed, but we’d lost a few trees and several buildings.
“It’s ironic that werewolves are angry with us for turning the prince into a vampire, yet it was one of their own who nearly killed him and made it necessary to save him,” Dunston said.
He wasn’t helping me in my struggle to get them to accept
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