Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,118
longer wed. That I’d forsaken her. She could marry again. I drove her straight to him.”
Would Saetth want her hand—or her head?
“What does that part mean about the box to the left?” he demanded of his allies. “Does she reference Pandora’s box? Or the mystical Nagas box? Maybe—”
“Brother, it’s a song lyric,” Rune said. At Sian’s blank look, he added, “Just trust me when I say it’s the funniest shit you’ve ever read.”
Sian turned on Uthyr. “She can’t get to Sylvan, though. Because you would never create a portal for her. Correct?”
—She demanded one. Who am I to deny a queen in her own castle?—
His stomach dropped. “Tell me everything!”
—She was dressed in a ball gown, wearing the most fascinating and historical crown you can imagine.—
As if Sian cared what she wore!
—Also, she had no intention of wedding Saetth.—
“I have to reach her in Sylvan! She’s going to challenge him. She told me she was going to kill him.”
“I like her more and more,” Allixta said. “You are sure to be attacked by Sylvan’s army. Shall we provide backup?” Blue light blazed from her palms.
He shook his head. “I vowed to her that no Sylvan would fall by a M?ri?r’s hand.” He couldn’t kill a single fey, nor could he risk his allies harming anyone. “I have to go alone.” He would keep his word if it killed him. And it might.
Damn. This is going to hurt. . . .
FIFTY-SEVEN
Sylvan Castle
Queen Calliope the first of Pandemonia and All Hells.”
The liveried herald announced her in a booming voice that carried throughout the court.
Lila loved how quiet the crowd got. Only the sound of the fountains could be heard. The scent of roses and candlewax permeated the opulent throne room.
The last time she’d been here, Saetth had cast her out for a crime she’d had no part of. At least now she intended a coup. Even better, she was in charge of her own political plot.
Courtiers and attendees parted for her as she made her way toward the throne dais, cradling her scepter. The tall fey males wore formal suits and the customary sword belts. The willowy females were clad in airy pastel gowns and glittering jewels.
They all stared at Lila, a royal wearing such a brazen dress—and a devil’s crown.
She spotted her cousins. They were gathered like hyenas off to one side, wide-eyed with shock to see her. She gave them a chin jerk in greeting.
As she took in faces, she recognized the shallowness of this extravagant affair. Lila knew make-believe when she saw it. Compared to so much superficiality, her existence with Abyssian felt rich and deep.
Already rooted.
But had it been? He’d called her the queen of nothing.
Should she believe his behavior this morning—or his tenderness toward her over the days and nights of their short marriage?
Now that her anger was cooling, she could so clearly recall the look on his face when he’d handed her the diamond.
That freaking demon was in love with her. He’d been lashing out—which he had a bad habit of doing—to hurt her.
He’d left her to rot in a dungeon, and he’d lied so convincingly. How could she ever trust anything he said?
Focus, Lila. She refused to let Abyssian break her heart and ruin her one-woman revolution.
If she lived through the next half hour, she might dissect her relationship with him and figure out whether anything could be salvaged between them.
That was a big if.
Across the room, Saetth came into view. He sat upon his throne, flanked by guards and a collection of fawning courtiers. Attired in a taupe formal suit, he wore his scabbard and replacement sword. His golden crown perched securely upon his head.
His narrowed gaze took in Lila’s own crown and dress.
Trying to appear relaxed—her plan and her life depended on convincing Saetth that she was all-powerful—she called to him, “My invitation must’ve gotten lost in the mail. Because I know you wouldn’t be searching for a queen when you’ve already promised me the position.”
His lips curled. “How many husbands does my greedy cousin desire? I heard you wed the king of hell, but could scarcely believe it. Even more surprising is your arrival here. How dare you enter my kingdom before I’ve lifted your exile?”
“I dare easily. Since you set me up. Do you deny it?”
His smile was no longer handsome, just sinister. “Not at all. You’re a traitor to the crown, just like your parents.”
“Not to the crown. In fact, I’ve come to collect it from you.”