King's Seduction

ess beneath my coat isn'

that we have both been refusing offers to go out for too long now. Noa is already su

w beneath me, the sharp chill of night air daring me to step inside one of these magnificent buildings, find the comforting grasp of warmth. Instead, I walk along the path of the moon, its dreamy li

beat enough to have encouraged a few people onto the dance floor. Shrugging my coat off, I hand it to the man who is holding them for everyone. Across the room I see Noa and another co-worker of mine, Tate

look be

t times, his dark brunette hair and blue eyes making him looking eerily similar to Marek. I shrug, smoothing my hand over my irritatingly tight

ght I b

a sapphire pin that sparkles under the lighting, her dress in a colour that matches frames her figure, which almost everyone in

scene, exactly," I tell her firmly, hoping she doesn't

left it down and around my shoulders tonight, showing off how long it has gotten. Tai and I are saving for

amused lilt to it, but his eyes remain flat, darker than usual. He's suspicious of me, I realise. It's not enough where he wou

blem?" I ask, furrowing my brows. Tat

uth to speak, but freezes. The moment she looks over my shoulder is the moment a hand glides around my wai

whose hand presses against my waist. Glancing up, I look over him, the cruel sense of reality stinging through me, leaving my legs qu

floor beneath me. It takes everything within me to not pull away, hating the feeling of his touch against me, silently cursing my decision to take off my coat at the door. Through

interrupting. I

likely wondering why my 'husband' is a Summoner with his painfully obvious marking that rains down from his forehead

wanting to study his every action, not wanting him out of my sight. Whatever sick plan he has, he's taking his time to tease it out. Has he not already ruined

firmly, nudging at his side, only to meet hard resistance in the for

how serious this situation is. We are all standing before a man who wants to m

etty and blue dry my throat out, those bronze strands raining down around his ears, not much effort needed to make them look perfect. He hasn't used his powers since I last saw him either, the many aspects o

nd Tai is all the way at home... Marek pulls me toward him and out of the way of other dancers who shoot me heated gazes. Resting the palm of his hand on my lower back, he grips my other han

o keep my expression light and careless, despite h

me shiver as it glides across my skin, his breath wonderfully warm. I audibly gasp as his lips brus

for me to make a scene and storm out of here. It would be embarrassing, but it would be wo

at doesn't make me less aware of the knives that likely dwell beneath the surface of his tailored black suit. It hugs him so perfectly I could believe he's unarm

enough for me to keep up with, even if I'm hardly paying attention. I'm more intrigued with how I'm going to kill

ation. How much of the facade I've created to live here has he already picked

to frighten him. It's no use. Marek knows what he is doing -- he wou

one, or perhaps I'm reading into this too much. It strikes me that he d

d, seeing Noa is looking away from us, making this the perfect time to

nodding toward the door. Marek finally releas

ter