Malum

I kick my leg up to rest my foot on the coffee table. “Why are we here?”

Her hand comes to Daemon’s, who has his resting on her shoulder. It’s creepy. The dude is Norman Bates creepy. “I need to tell you something, and I need your word that you will keep this secret for years to come.”

Bishop doesn’t flinch.

I laugh. “You have the audacity to ask for our word on a secret like you’re a King.”

Her eyes come to mine. “I have a daughter. I would like to not have a daughter. I need your word that after I’m gone, you will see to it that she no longer exists. In return, I will give you all that you want.”

I lick my lips, tilting my head to try and get a read on her. She’s not lying. I can see it in the way her eyes meet ours after every word. “Go on.”

“If, and when I leave, you will make sure that my progeny will not take this throne, and in turn, I will let my people know that you are to take charge of Perdita. I know how long The Kings have wanted this.” Her eyes go between both of us.

“Good plan. Let us know when you’ve done that, and I’ll be sure to kill you myself,” I answer smoothly, blowing her a kiss for added sugar.

“Oh, Nathanial. Ever the charmer.” Then she lets her attention settle on Bishop. “If my death is by the hands of any King, the deal is off.”

I open my mouth to tease her a bit, maybe tickle her in the right places and make her all wet, right before slapping her across the face with my cock and telling her to go fuck herself.

But Bishop beats me to it. “Deal.”