Page 75 of Wings of Betrayal
I’ve been in Zarquon for a week now and haven’t heard a thing from anyone in Silanthia. I would give anything to talk to Lacinda or Demetros about this. They would know what to do. They always have. Maybe I could go down to Earth to see them. Surely it would be okay, especially if Kyle comes with me.
Sensing my worries, Kyle links his fingers through mine and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Hey, what’s going on in there?” He gently strokes my head, and I glance over at him.
“Do you think it’s bad that we haven’t heard anything yet? I mean, Amaros knows I’m here. Where else would I go?”
The waves gently lap at my feet as we walk down the shoreline on the beach, and the warm, salty sea breeze fills my nose. I breathe it deeply into my lungs, and it relaxes me like it always does. We’ve walked along this beach every morning that I’ve been here, and it’s one of my favourite things to do each day.
He tugs my hand, bringing me to a stop, and I look up at him.
“You must stop concerning yourself with what you cannot control. It’s not necessarily bad that we have heard nothing.”
I bite my bottom lip and pull it into my mouth.
He reaches up and cups my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “You did nothing wrong. You’re allowed to be here, and I’m going to keep you safe. I won’t let anyone touch you. I promise.”
I smile up at him.
“Ah, a smile. I’ll take it.”
Playfully, I swat at his hand and laugh, and he tickles me.
“Stop!” I squeal and run down the beach through the water.
He chases me, grabbing me around my waist, and spinning me in his arms. I stare into his gorgeous glacial-blue eyes, so grateful I met this incredible male. How could anyone ever compare to him? I feel so safe in his arms, as if nothing in all the Kingdoms can ever harm me when I’m with him.
Our lips meet, and I wind my hands to the back of his head and pull him closer. His tongue explores mine, his familiar taste one I can never, ever get enough of.
Mine. He is mine, and I am his. As if sensing my thoughts, a low growl rumbles in his chest, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His large hands cup my ass and hold me effortlessly, and then he deepens our kiss.
Too soon, he pulls back and stares into my eyes. “I will kill anyone who touches you.”
A dark and protective undertone laces his words, one I haven’t heard from him before, and I like it. And I don’t doubt it for a second. I know he would kill for me, and I would kill for him, too.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
Two guards stand behind Kyle, and I’m surprised neither one of us noticed them approach us.
Kyle carefully sets me down and takes my hand in his. Judging by their solemn expressions, I already know the news will not be good.
“We intercepted two messenger angels at our borders. From Silanthia,” a guard says, looking at me as he mentions my Kingdom.
“And?” Kyle prompts.
“They have advised us that Zarla Quinn is a suspect in the murder of their King, Harlum Quinn, and must return to Silanthia immediately.”
I feel as though I’m going to be sick. A wave of nausea wracks my body, and I stumble back.
Kyle snakes an arm around my waist, holding me up. “Thank you.”
The guards give a curt nod then spread their black wings out and take off, leaving us alone on the beach that now doesn’t feel so calm.
Kyle tugs me against him. “It’s okay. You’re not going anywhere, and they can’t step foot in our Kingdom.”
My chest tightens. I clutch it, hoping I can force myself to take a deep breath.
Just breathe, Zarla. You know how to breathe. Just do it.