![]() “There you are,” Kestel said, unfolding sinuously from the throne and sauntering down the steps in a way that put every other effort in the room to glaring shame. When people got too grabby, he gave them shoves that they promptly forgot about as their crude landings gave them something new to play with.īy the time he neared the dais, he was ready to go to bed and stay there the rest of the year. He fought his way through the room, valiantly ignoring all the groping, fondling, and lewd suggestions spoken in roars rather than the sultry whispers the speakers were probably going for. Shoving his rambling thoughts aside, Bertin took a deep breath of the relatively fresh air by the open door and then waded into the fray. Most days he wanted to be able to strangle the infuriating bastard. More than Bertin would ever possess, more than he could dream of possessing. ![]() Thankfully, Kestel was still sprawled on his throne, indolent, heart-achingly beautiful, and completely untouchable. When he stepped into the ballroom, he was left not quite gagging on the overwhelming combination of sweat, cologne and perfume, sex, and substances he didn’t want to know too much about. At the very least, people would notice a whole slew of guards disappearing. Unfortunately, apprising Kestel was easier said than done, as the party was reaching its peak, and Bertin couldn’t just walk up to Kestel and say ‘your pretend mother is tied up in a parlor’ without drawing a lot of attention. ![]() ![]() Available at these retailers! Amazon | Books2Read ![]()
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