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seatbelts for the final descent,” the pilot’s voice announced.
“I hate flying,” Lily whispered.
“As do I.” He wanted to comfort her, to speak to her with his mind, but he did neither. He castigated himself again for using his mental telepathy with Lily. What a foolish, reckless, and impulsive action, which he was still shocked that he’d done. More importantly, and something he’d wondered often, was how was it possible for him to communicate with her that way? It shouldn’t be. But something about Lily called to him, and over the past few months, Lucien had spent many hours in the skilled embrace of the ouleds trying to forget Lily, but no matter how many women he bedded, she was still the only one he truly wanted.
The landing was bumpy with too much wind and not enough runway, not that it mattered much to him or Krieger, both gifted with flight. He saw the relief on Lily’s face as the plane finally came to a stop, and as she peered out the window at Krieger’s royal guards lined up on either side of the stairs. Did she welcome their attendance for fear she would be harmed here, or worry that someone would try and harm the king?
Krieger was already outside speaking with the guards when Lucien followed Lily down the airstairs.
“Guard Lily,” Krieger barked, before flying with his personal guards towards the castle.
Lucien clenched his jaw. At times, he felt like the king was pushing him and Lily together. Perhaps it was a test to see if he was loyal. He turned to her, masking his irritation with humor. “Are you ready to storm the castle?”
She looked at the jeep and the windy road leading up to the bottom of the castle. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…” She tilted her head back to look him in the eyes. “Would you mind taking me?”
He reached out his hand. “It would be an uncomfortable drive.”
“And an awful lot of stairs,” Lily added. She took his hand and stepped onto the tops of his feet, like a child would play dance with an adult.
Lucien took his time, flying slowly, holding her tight against his chest, pointing out the different royal towers as they went. He even stilled in midair so she could look at Krieger’s royal standard with its depiction of his longsword and the great ship that had brought him to the New World, until he felt her shivering with cold. Reluctantly, he dropped down, placing her feet onto the turret balcony, and separated from her. Lucien had heard the king’s words about Lily’s free will. He’d also seen the savage glare Krieger gave anyone that looked upon her too long.
She walked into the sitting room of her small suite; to her right were the bedroom and a small bath. She placed the leather bound book on a table and went to stand in front of the fire, rubbing her hands over her arms to warm herself.
“My room is through that door and Krieger’s is there.” Lucien pointed to his left. “Just outside that door are the stairs. They connect the different levels and chambers of Krieger’s tower until you reach the great hall below. Right now the royals are having a private meeting. Later there will be entertainment.”
“Grigori, is he here?” Lily asked.
“No, not yet. When the Russian standard is raised he’s in residence.” He walked into her bedroom to make certain a fire had been laid for her, worried that she’d get a chill. He hadn’t expected her to follow him. “I should see to my own room.”
“Lucien.” She reached for his hand.
He took a step back from her. “You have nothing to fear. Thaddon Hall is sacrosanct. No harm shall come to anyone here.”
“I’m not afraid.” Lily moved closer to him.
He didn’t trust himself, not when her skin was flushed, her lips plump and red, her scent enveloping him like a warm blanket.
“I haven’t seen you much lately,” she said.
“The king’s business keeps me busy.”
“Lots of heads to lop off?”
His eyes traveled up to her face and saw no
“I hate flying,” Lily whispered.
“As do I.” He wanted to comfort her, to speak to her with his mind, but he did neither. He castigated himself again for using his mental telepathy with Lily. What a foolish, reckless, and impulsive action, which he was still shocked that he’d done. More importantly, and something he’d wondered often, was how was it possible for him to communicate with her that way? It shouldn’t be. But something about Lily called to him, and over the past few months, Lucien had spent many hours in the skilled embrace of the ouleds trying to forget Lily, but no matter how many women he bedded, she was still the only one he truly wanted.
The landing was bumpy with too much wind and not enough runway, not that it mattered much to him or Krieger, both gifted with flight. He saw the relief on Lily’s face as the plane finally came to a stop, and as she peered out the window at Krieger’s royal guards lined up on either side of the stairs. Did she welcome their attendance for fear she would be harmed here, or worry that someone would try and harm the king?
Krieger was already outside speaking with the guards when Lucien followed Lily down the airstairs.
“Guard Lily,” Krieger barked, before flying with his personal guards towards the castle.
Lucien clenched his jaw. At times, he felt like the king was pushing him and Lily together. Perhaps it was a test to see if he was loyal. He turned to her, masking his irritation with humor. “Are you ready to storm the castle?”
She looked at the jeep and the windy road leading up to the bottom of the castle. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…” She tilted her head back to look him in the eyes. “Would you mind taking me?”
He reached out his hand. “It would be an uncomfortable drive.”
“And an awful lot of stairs,” Lily added. She took his hand and stepped onto the tops of his feet, like a child would play dance with an adult.
Lucien took his time, flying slowly, holding her tight against his chest, pointing out the different royal towers as they went. He even stilled in midair so she could look at Krieger’s royal standard with its depiction of his longsword and the great ship that had brought him to the New World, until he felt her shivering with cold. Reluctantly, he dropped down, placing her feet onto the turret balcony, and separated from her. Lucien had heard the king’s words about Lily’s free will. He’d also seen the savage glare Krieger gave anyone that looked upon her too long.
She walked into the sitting room of her small suite; to her right were the bedroom and a small bath. She placed the leather bound book on a table and went to stand in front of the fire, rubbing her hands over her arms to warm herself.
“My room is through that door and Krieger’s is there.” Lucien pointed to his left. “Just outside that door are the stairs. They connect the different levels and chambers of Krieger’s tower until you reach the great hall below. Right now the royals are having a private meeting. Later there will be entertainment.”
“Grigori, is he here?” Lily asked.
“No, not yet. When the Russian standard is raised he’s in residence.” He walked into her bedroom to make certain a fire had been laid for her, worried that she’d get a chill. He hadn’t expected her to follow him. “I should see to my own room.”
“Lucien.” She reached for his hand.
He took a step back from her. “You have nothing to fear. Thaddon Hall is sacrosanct. No harm shall come to anyone here.”
“I’m not afraid.” Lily moved closer to him.
He didn’t trust himself, not when her skin was flushed, her lips plump and red, her scent enveloping him like a warm blanket.
“I haven’t seen you much lately,” she said.
“The king’s business keeps me busy.”
“Lots of heads to lop off?”
His eyes traveled up to her face and saw no
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