bedroom.
Jaren had told Kari that she could make any changes she wished to their living chambers or, if she preferred, they could build a new wing. But Kari hadn’t seen anything she would want to change—well, other than that food dispenser idea. Kari grinned to herself. She was becoming just as insatiable as Jaren when it came to sex.
She let her gaze continue to wander around their quarters. All of the rooms wrapped around the rear of the castle and overlooked the sea. A large balcony stretched across the length of their chambers, allowing access from all of the rooms. The spaces were decorated comfortably, unlike the rooms she had grown up in. On Montore, she had always hated the cold, impersonal feeling of the palace. Even her own bedroom had been furnished without any consideration as to her personal tastes.
This living area was large but felt cozy, despite its size. The floor was made from some type of smooth dark stone. Kari had expected it to feel cold against her bare feet, but the stone actually felt warm when she walked on it. Large, fluffy white rugs were arranged on the floor, the fluffiest in front of the great stone fireplace. Kari’s face flushed as she thought of the heated sex she and Jaren had shared on that rug.
The ceiling was constructed of beautiful wood beams that were polished to a high gloss. Large wooden fans hung from the ceiling and circulated the air throughout the chambers. Kari loved the potted trees and flowers that were scattered throughout the rooms. It made her feel like she was outside.
Kari walked out to the balcony and leaned against the short wall that rimmed the space. The view was breathtaking, and Kari was sure she would never get tired of it. She watched the seabirds in the distance as they glided over the water. It was so peaceful here that she could almost forget the trouble that might be coming. Almost, but not quite.
Kari heard two soft thumps behind her and turned to see what had made the noise. Before she could complete her turn, a hand clamped over her mouth and something was waived under her nose. As her head spun with dizziness and her vision darkened, she mentally yelled for help, hoping Jaren would hear her through their link.
* * * *
Kari slowly began to regain consciousness. Her first thought was that she was getting really tired of being rendered unconscious. She heard unfamiliar voices and kept her eyes closed, deciding it might be better to find out as much as she could before she let anyone know she was awake. She was lying down on something hard, she thought it might be the ground, and her arm was pinned under her in an uncomfortable position, but she ignored the discomfort and concentrated on trying to find out what was happening around her.
Two men were talking softy nearby, but she couldn’t make out much. She caught snatches of the conversation and heard Jaren’s name mentioned, but whoever said it spat the name out like it disgusted him. She heard steps as someone approached her, then she was nudged hard in the ribs. She forced herself not to react and to keep her eyes closed.
“She’s still out.” The man’s voice wasn’t familiar.
“Of course she is.” That was the man who had spoken Jaren’s name. Whoever he was, Kari definitely didn’t like him.
“Should we tie her up with something in case she wakes up?” said the first voice again.
The other voice scoffed. “What for? She’s just a weak female. Besides, I gave her Daca root. She won’t be waking up at all unless Jaren agrees to my terms.”
Kari didn’t know what Daca root was, but if he thought she was still supposed to be unconscious, then he must not have given her enough. Or maybe it didn’t work on Montoreans. Either way, letting him think she was still asleep sounded like a good plan.
And he thought she was weak, did he? Kari felt indignation flare inside of her. She had been accused of being weak all her life and she was tired of it. Kari decided she
Jaren had told Kari that she could make any changes she wished to their living chambers or, if she preferred, they could build a new wing. But Kari hadn’t seen anything she would want to change—well, other than that food dispenser idea. Kari grinned to herself. She was becoming just as insatiable as Jaren when it came to sex.
She let her gaze continue to wander around their quarters. All of the rooms wrapped around the rear of the castle and overlooked the sea. A large balcony stretched across the length of their chambers, allowing access from all of the rooms. The spaces were decorated comfortably, unlike the rooms she had grown up in. On Montore, she had always hated the cold, impersonal feeling of the palace. Even her own bedroom had been furnished without any consideration as to her personal tastes.
This living area was large but felt cozy, despite its size. The floor was made from some type of smooth dark stone. Kari had expected it to feel cold against her bare feet, but the stone actually felt warm when she walked on it. Large, fluffy white rugs were arranged on the floor, the fluffiest in front of the great stone fireplace. Kari’s face flushed as she thought of the heated sex she and Jaren had shared on that rug.
The ceiling was constructed of beautiful wood beams that were polished to a high gloss. Large wooden fans hung from the ceiling and circulated the air throughout the chambers. Kari loved the potted trees and flowers that were scattered throughout the rooms. It made her feel like she was outside.
Kari walked out to the balcony and leaned against the short wall that rimmed the space. The view was breathtaking, and Kari was sure she would never get tired of it. She watched the seabirds in the distance as they glided over the water. It was so peaceful here that she could almost forget the trouble that might be coming. Almost, but not quite.
Kari heard two soft thumps behind her and turned to see what had made the noise. Before she could complete her turn, a hand clamped over her mouth and something was waived under her nose. As her head spun with dizziness and her vision darkened, she mentally yelled for help, hoping Jaren would hear her through their link.
* * * *
Kari slowly began to regain consciousness. Her first thought was that she was getting really tired of being rendered unconscious. She heard unfamiliar voices and kept her eyes closed, deciding it might be better to find out as much as she could before she let anyone know she was awake. She was lying down on something hard, she thought it might be the ground, and her arm was pinned under her in an uncomfortable position, but she ignored the discomfort and concentrated on trying to find out what was happening around her.
Two men were talking softy nearby, but she couldn’t make out much. She caught snatches of the conversation and heard Jaren’s name mentioned, but whoever said it spat the name out like it disgusted him. She heard steps as someone approached her, then she was nudged hard in the ribs. She forced herself not to react and to keep her eyes closed.
“She’s still out.” The man’s voice wasn’t familiar.
“Of course she is.” That was the man who had spoken Jaren’s name. Whoever he was, Kari definitely didn’t like him.
“Should we tie her up with something in case she wakes up?” said the first voice again.
The other voice scoffed. “What for? She’s just a weak female. Besides, I gave her Daca root. She won’t be waking up at all unless Jaren agrees to my terms.”
Kari didn’t know what Daca root was, but if he thought she was still supposed to be unconscious, then he must not have given her enough. Or maybe it didn’t work on Montoreans. Either way, letting him think she was still asleep sounded like a good plan.
And he thought she was weak, did he? Kari felt indignation flare inside of her. She had been accused of being weak all her life and she was tired of it. Kari decided she
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