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devastated silence, staring at the guards. Let them hear. I don’t care.
“At least Troy will leave you alone for a while,” Logan pointed out, standing. “His men have made comments about you… that have angered him. That’s probably why he set me as your guard.”
I shivered, widening my eyes. “Are they threatening me?”
Logan lowered his voice. “Men talk. They can be … graphic. They have learned to be careful what they say about you, around me or Troy.”
Turning, I looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. “A storm is coming.” I said, my flat words visibly chilling to Logan.
He nodded, and then locked my eyes in his. “Yes, it is.” His pointed words evenly communicated his double meaning.
My voice dropped to a whisper. “ He’s getting very comfortable. ”
Logan stood formally, turning to me to drop into a low bow. Before he raised his head, he smirked at me. “Perfect time to go all Kill Bill on his ass, Cam.”
I smiled, a tiny grappling of anticipation scurrying over my backbone.
Chapter Six
With Logan as my guard and Troy gone, I felt safe for the first time in almost three months.
During dinner in the great hall, I sat in the center of the head table, with Will in Troy’s seat during his absence. Halfway through the meal, Will turned to me, gesturing to my plate.
“ What exactly do you eat?”
Waiters had served a third course, and my plate remained untouched as I pushed at the grilled asparagus. “I… have no appetite.”
“I mean, in your world. Microwave meals? McDonalds?”
I grinned, quirking my head at him. “How do you know about McDonalds?”
“My father told me many stories about the other world. Once, he brought me Chicken McNuggets.”
I tried to picture Troy killing me, and then packing up and heading home, first stopping at McDonalds for a Happy Meal for his young son. Giving him an dubious look, I tilted my head.
“And? ” I encouraged.
He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, sighing exaggeratedly. “A small piece of heaven.”
Laughing, I drew the attention of many of the hooded guards and members of the court. Have I not laughed in three months?
“ And what do you do for recreation?”
I took a sip of water. “I read … I learn about history… or swim. I’m a good swimmer,” I admitted. “I would like to learn… fencing.”
He raised his dark eyebrows. “Fencing? I could teach you.”
“I would really like that. After dinner?”
He laughed, sitting back in his chair to stretch out his long legs. “Persistent.”
“Bored is more precise.”
“But, my queen, you have a masque to plan.”
“Dear kingdom, come to the party. Wear a costume. Kitchen, make food. Really, how hard is it?”
“Entertainment? Will there be dancing?”
I thought of my dream, dancing in this very hall with West. “Are there… bands here? A DJ?”
“ We have generations of music from your world, and our own music. I will help you,” he promised, his eyes twinkling with enjoyment.
“Thanks,” I looked down, an unexpected flush creeping up my neck.
He watched me carefully, reaching for his glass. “It is too bad that you do not belong here. You look… like you do.” He nodded at my high-backed chair reserved for the queen. “And despite the insult my father gave you this afternoon, you are very intelligent with excellent ideas. Your notion to add the addendum to the treaty about the crude oil…,”
“Troy gave me credit for that?” I asked, stunned.
“He did.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I wanted to tell you… that I’m sorry for kicking you. I was afraid,” I added.
“I am sorry for frightening you.”
My stomach rumbled with a pang of hunger. I haven’t been nauseated all day, I realized thankfully. “Maybe I’ll eat a little.”
“ Good.”
“How old are you?” I asked bluntly, and he grinned again.
“When I stopped aging? Twenty-seven. Years since my birth? Sixty-eight.”
He’s immortal as well? Are all
“At least Troy will leave you alone for a while,” Logan pointed out, standing. “His men have made comments about you… that have angered him. That’s probably why he set me as your guard.”
I shivered, widening my eyes. “Are they threatening me?”
Logan lowered his voice. “Men talk. They can be … graphic. They have learned to be careful what they say about you, around me or Troy.”
Turning, I looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. “A storm is coming.” I said, my flat words visibly chilling to Logan.
He nodded, and then locked my eyes in his. “Yes, it is.” His pointed words evenly communicated his double meaning.
My voice dropped to a whisper. “ He’s getting very comfortable. ”
Logan stood formally, turning to me to drop into a low bow. Before he raised his head, he smirked at me. “Perfect time to go all Kill Bill on his ass, Cam.”
I smiled, a tiny grappling of anticipation scurrying over my backbone.
Chapter Six
With Logan as my guard and Troy gone, I felt safe for the first time in almost three months.
During dinner in the great hall, I sat in the center of the head table, with Will in Troy’s seat during his absence. Halfway through the meal, Will turned to me, gesturing to my plate.
“ What exactly do you eat?”
Waiters had served a third course, and my plate remained untouched as I pushed at the grilled asparagus. “I… have no appetite.”
“I mean, in your world. Microwave meals? McDonalds?”
I grinned, quirking my head at him. “How do you know about McDonalds?”
“My father told me many stories about the other world. Once, he brought me Chicken McNuggets.”
I tried to picture Troy killing me, and then packing up and heading home, first stopping at McDonalds for a Happy Meal for his young son. Giving him an dubious look, I tilted my head.
“And? ” I encouraged.
He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, sighing exaggeratedly. “A small piece of heaven.”
Laughing, I drew the attention of many of the hooded guards and members of the court. Have I not laughed in three months?
“ And what do you do for recreation?”
I took a sip of water. “I read … I learn about history… or swim. I’m a good swimmer,” I admitted. “I would like to learn… fencing.”
He raised his dark eyebrows. “Fencing? I could teach you.”
“I would really like that. After dinner?”
He laughed, sitting back in his chair to stretch out his long legs. “Persistent.”
“Bored is more precise.”
“But, my queen, you have a masque to plan.”
“Dear kingdom, come to the party. Wear a costume. Kitchen, make food. Really, how hard is it?”
“Entertainment? Will there be dancing?”
I thought of my dream, dancing in this very hall with West. “Are there… bands here? A DJ?”
“ We have generations of music from your world, and our own music. I will help you,” he promised, his eyes twinkling with enjoyment.
“Thanks,” I looked down, an unexpected flush creeping up my neck.
He watched me carefully, reaching for his glass. “It is too bad that you do not belong here. You look… like you do.” He nodded at my high-backed chair reserved for the queen. “And despite the insult my father gave you this afternoon, you are very intelligent with excellent ideas. Your notion to add the addendum to the treaty about the crude oil…,”
“Troy gave me credit for that?” I asked, stunned.
“He did.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I wanted to tell you… that I’m sorry for kicking you. I was afraid,” I added.
“I am sorry for frightening you.”
My stomach rumbled with a pang of hunger. I haven’t been nauseated all day, I realized thankfully. “Maybe I’ll eat a little.”
“ Good.”
“How old are you?” I asked bluntly, and he grinned again.
“When I stopped aging? Twenty-seven. Years since my birth? Sixty-eight.”
He’s immortal as well? Are all
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