Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I didn’t mention that “little” Dalia Foster was nearly my age and didn’t have any fruit left to offer…from any of her orifices. She’d experienced physical intimacy early, I’d heard, and experimented heavily. Apparently, the birth-nulling tea had failed her. But at least she had a good excuse to tell her overbearing father.
Devious Rita tied the bag and handed it over.
“And when will it be your turn?” she asked, her gaze dipping to my flat stomach. “You’re a pretty girl. Maybe the demon king will make an exception for you and sneak in your window. I hear he’s an excellent lover.”
“Oh yeah? Even with a knife in his gut? Because that’s exactly what would happen if he tried to climb into my room.”
She was talking rubbish, obviously. This village had seen the demon king exactly once, from what I had heard, and that was when he warned everyone to stick to the village or face death. He hadn’t been interested in the women then, and he wouldn’t be now. Not women from here, at any rate. We had always been the poorest village in the kingdom. He was also rumored to hate shifters. No, there would be no visits from the demon king in this place.
“If not him, then I guess you’ll be happy to hear that a certain someone has decided to finally take a wife…”
Cold ran through my middle.
She had to mean Jedrek. Ugh!
He’d been after me since I was sixteen, wanting nothing more than to get in my pants. After the string of rejections, he’d decided he didn’t just want a lay, he wanted to mate.
Delusion was strong with that one.
“You’re joking,” I said. This was all I needed. He was a tenacious fucker when he wanted something.
Her smile was cunning. “Not at all. I hear he was looking for you earlier. Very handsome, that Jedrek, isn’t he? And quite the hunter. He owns his own home, and his wife will want for nothing.”
“Except affection, her own free will, orgasms she didn’t facilitate herself…”
“Oh look, he’s coming now—”
I turned quickly and hurried down the way. Rita’s cackles followed me past the line of stalls. I needed to cut this trip short before he saw me—
“Finley!”
Too late. Dammit!
Jedrek stalked up to me with the swagger of a champion, his thick arms swinging, his chin held high, and his shining black hair catching the sun. More than one woman turned to look, appreciating the view.
This dipshit had somehow beaten Hannon out for the questionable distinction of most eligible bachelor. Sure, he was handsome. And yes, he did have a house and viable income, but that was only because he hadn’t done a damn thing to help his parents survive the sickness. Hannon could have those things too if he fucked his family out in the street and let Father succumb to the sickness. He wasn’t a weasel-faced fucker, though. That was the difference.
“Jedrek, hey,” I said, looking at my list so he got the hint that I was busy.
“You’re looking ravishing today.” He gave me an appreciative pat-down with his eyeballs.
“Awesome. I was just grabbing a few things—”
“Did you hear?” He slid his hand through his hair, flexing his bicep as he did so.
“Your ego is so heavy you stoop when you walk?”
“It’s time for me to take a wife. I have a nice little nest egg and plenty of room for a nursery.” His gaze lowered to my hips.
Was he checking out my birthing hips?
“Well, good luck with that.” I smiled with entirely too many teeth and tried to duck around him.
“Now, Finley, we both know we’re the match of the village.” He adjusted his britches, looking around at our audience. Apparently everyone had known this was coming but me. Super.
“And why would I know that, Jedrek?” I adjusted my sack so it covered more of my person.
He gave a flawless smile as he stepped a little closer. “Because we are the most desirable people in this village. It’s only natural that we mate.”
“Beauty fades, Jedrek. But faults remain, and I pride myself on having a lot of faults.”
His booming laugh didn’t fit my comment. “Nonsense, Finley. You will give me strong heirs with which to carry on my line.”
“Oh good. For a second there, I thought it was going to be all about you.”
He turned and slid his arm around my shoulders. “We will have the grandest wedding. A plate of meat for everyone. You wouldn’t want to deny the village of a celebration, do you?”
Those within earshot, which was a number growing by the minute, perked up.
Fantastic, he was playing the guilt angle. How low was that? If I said no, I’d be the bad guy. That would make for a very pleasant rest of my life…
“I’ll have to think on it,” I said, wriggling away.
He grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I sucked in a startled breath as he leaned in closer, his eyes blazing. “You will marry me, Finley. I’ve made it clear in the village that you are my intended. No one else will touch you. I will have you.”