Page 88 of The Crownless King

Her mouth dropped open and Levi closed it with two fingers to her jaw. He smirked at his mate and guided her downstairs. She paused when they entered the throne room and she spotted the male still knocked out on the floor.

“This should be interesting,” was all she said to that.

Levi took a seat on the throne and pulled his mate into his lap. “I need to get you one of these.”

“No thank you,” she laughed.

‘Boss. Company here,’Bas informed him.

‘Bring them in,’he ordered. He lifted Amaya from his lap and set her on her feet. “Our guests are here.”

She stood at the side of his chair, her hand on his shoulder, her head back, looking like the powerful fucking queen she was.

“I’ma fuck you so good when this is over,” he promised her.

Her laugh cracked the silence and he joined her. They were both smiling when Sebastian led the first members of the Collective into his throne room. They grumbled as they entered, their faces a mix of anger and curiosity. Lucas brought up the rear, going to the male he’d left in the middle of the floor. His friend woke the mage and brought him to the bottom of the raised dais that held Levi’s throne. Lucas turned him to face the gathered crowd and a hush went through the room.

“I thank y’all for taking time out of your busy schedules to drop in.”

“What is this about?” The witch was the first to speak.

Instead of answering her question, he pointed down to the male Lucas was propping up. “Whose man is this?”

The Collective members looked amongst themselves, but no one spoke. At least until Lucian stepped forward.

“Levi, you’ve gotten beside yourself. Who are you to summon us?”

“You answered, didn’t you?” Levi taunted.

“What is the meaning of this?” the Chawi warlock asked.

Again, Levi ignored the question, instead nodding to Lucas. His friend pulled out a knife and put it to their prisoner’s throat. A panicked murmur went through the group.

“We won’t sit here and allow you to kill someone in front of us!” the witch snapped.

Lucas dug the knife into the prisoner’s throat and a line of blood oozed down his skin. Lucian stepped forward quickly.

“Don’t.”

Levi smiled. “I really thought your bitch ass was gon’ hang him out to dry. Are you claiming this male?”

“Why have you taken him prisoner?” Lucian parried back.

“Your answer first,” Levi dared him.

Lucas pressed the knife in deeper and the prisoner whimpered, his eyes widening.

“Fine! He works in my cabinet.”

Levi hid his triumphant smile. “So, is it on your orders that he exchanges information with the Buru?”

The Collective reared back as a unit, shock covering their faces.

“What?” the warlock asked.

Lucian turned to face the rest of his colleagues. “We all agreed that the mating between Levi and the Chawi could not happen.”

“But inviting our enemy into our territory? You must be out your mind!” the earth Mujaji representative bit out.