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He passed a servant trying to wake Wyetta, unconscious against the ground. Seeing her made him worry as to what he might find in Bradwick’s chambers.He is most likely dead.Geryon had to know, had to check before he went after the Witches.

My hunting grounds have been infiltrated while I was awaiting a woman in her chambers!The shame! Suddenly, he remembered who had been with the king.Shit! Cecily was in danger!No wonder she hadn’t returned to him!

A feral growl broke from his throat, his heart clenching in fear for both of them. He bounded up the stairs two at a time.Depending on their wounds, I might be able to save them.

As he expected, more guards had come to this floor to protect the king, who was still in his chambers. They didn’t enter, not having permission. They wouldn’t know.

Idiots! Damn these humans and their strange rules.Their leader could be bleeding out, and they were doing nothing more than standing there. They tried to prevent him from entering, unsure of what was truly going on, considering everyone a threat.

“Move!” He shoved them out of the way. “King Bradwick may have been attacked!”

What will I find?The door slammed against the wall with a distinct thud as he swiftly opened it.Are they alive?

He expected to find the scent of blood. He didn’t. At first, he couldn’t see either one of the people he knew should be in this room. Sniffing the air, he walked forward, and that’s when he saw him: Bradwick tied with his hands and legs behind his back like a pig on a spit.

Bradwick was alive, awake, and struggling. His mouth was covered to stop him from calling out for help. Relief sailed through him.

“Where is Lady Cecily?” She wasn’t in the room.

She could have been taken.

Pulling his great sword from its sheath, Geryon cut him free. Bradwick pulled out the cloth that had been shoved against his face. Although Geryon was relieved to find the human king alive, he still worried for the pretty woman he was growing attached to.

She is still in danger.He needed to be calm to think, but his fear for her was making his thoughts race.I like this one. I do not want her to come to harm.

“She is a Witch!” Bradwick yelled, narrowing his eyes at Geryon.

“Who?” He turned his head to look around the room.

He could smell the scents of three different people: Cecily, Bradwick, and the Witch, each of their smells different.

“She was not the real Cecily Dyèrie, Geryon.” He stood and held one of his shoulders as he rotated it. “She told me she used a spell to mask her witchcraft and blood.”

No.He couldn’t believe Cecily wasn’t who she said she was. Geryon didn’t want to believe the woman he’d been fond of was actually something he hated more than anything in this world.

“You are mistaken. She smelt human. They could have used a false face to get close to you.” They could use glamours to trick those around them. He’d been blinded by one during the ball. “She could be tied somewhere.”

“She told me herself!” Bradwick pointed at him with a glare. “Where the hell were you? She said she had you chasing your own tail, whatever that means. She knew what you were, Geryon.”

Geryon stumbled back in shock.If it is true...He didn’t know what emotion was slowly rising its way up his chest, but it was a dangerous, treacherous feeling.

He could feel his nose crinkling.

“No wonder she was exploring the palace.” Bradwick threw his hands up with exasperation. “She has been searching for the child this entire time. She even knew it was not in the dungeons.”

Because I took her there!King Bradwick was right; he could see the signs now that he was aware.Blasted!

She sent me to her room to get me out of the way.His eyes widened while bile rose in the back of his throat.I bedded a Witch!The shudder that crawled through him was one of utter disgust.I fell for her trap!

He’d kissed it, touched it, had it beneath him.I even fucking liked her!Geryon wanted to rip his own skin off, knowing what he’d done, wishing nothing more than to shed her from him.

With a deep, guttural sound from his chest, he turned to Bradwick. “I will get that witchling back, and then I will make sure the Witch pays for what she has done.”

The look he wore must have been horrifying because Bradwick’s tanned complexion paled, and he stepped back in fright.I will make her regret this.

Geryon took himself from the room, storming towards the stairwell that would take him to the roof. The area was large and flat, perfect for what he was about to do.

He felt toyed with.How did I not see it?How did he not see through her magic cloaking her? Why didn’t he scent she wasn’t human?