The kiss was nothing more than a ruse, a farce to keep the tempers of the people at bay. It did not fool near-half of the lords, she was sure, but for now it would be enough to quell their mutterings. The problem was that it did fool Elodie…if only for a second. No larger than a needle’s head, five dots of blood formed on the milky skin of her cheek where his clawed hand had tilted her face up to meet his. Her vampire husband, her vampire king… The kiss had been colder than she’d anticipated yet there was no blaming that for the tremble of her legs, quaking and quivering like saplings under the incessant march of warring soldiers. More passionate too and ten-times more confounding than she’d have thought her first true kiss would be. Yet there it was, there she was as well. But King Astor? He had departed as soon as they had closed the gates against the sight of his people below. Only the taste of his mouth on hers remained.
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