From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Elara

The trembling in my hands has disappeared; however, the taste of Cassian still lingers on my tongue. His blood is as seductive as his appearance. If darkness had a flavor, it would undoubtedly be this one.

1 step down from the carriage with the help of my newly appointed bodyguard, whose eyes I can’t see due to the shadows cast by the hood of his cloak, though I can see the tension in his jaw. Despite his clear anger, he doesn’t say a word. With a gesture of his hand, he

es me to move forward, where I see Ciro leaning against one of the wings of the main door. His smile and playful gaze welcome

invites

1. me.

“How was your visit, Elara?”

“It was pleasant,” I reply halfheartedly.

I can feel Abraxas’s eyes on the back of my neck. He clears his throat, calling Ciro’s attention, whose gaze shifts from me to him.

Yes, Abraxas?”

I think we should speak privately for a moment.”

I hold back the urge to roll my eyes. He says it as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s going to talk about. The vampire’s lips press into a thin line, and he nods. He focuses on me again and runs his eyes quickly over my body. Maybe he already knows what Abraxas is going to tell him and is looking for some kind of sign on my body to confirm it?

“Dinner is about to be served. If you like, go ahead–I’ll join you shortly.”

I give a small nod, knowing that refusing dinner might raise suspicions about what happened between his rival and me. If I want to get out of here, I must pretend I’m genuinely trying to open my heart and hate Cassian.

I head to the dining room, where, just as he said, dinner is being served. I take a seat to the right of the head of the table and wait patiently, passing the time by adjusting the silverware again and again at the same distance from each other. When he walks into the room, nothing in his expression shows he’s upset. He wears the same cheerful look as always. He sits next to me and briefly examines his goblet. Maybe because I drank blood earlier, the smell doesn’t seem exquisite to me or make me salivate.

“How did Abraxas behave with you? I must admit he doesn’t have the best manners; however, he is the person I trust the most.”

I blink, looking at his face, surprised by the direction of the conversation. I wet my lips and grab the fork between my fingers.

“Are we going to ignore the obvious?”

“We can, if you wish”

“You’re not angry with me?”

He finishes a sip from his cup, wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin, and raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Should I be?” He continues when I remain silent: “It’s not like I didn’t expect these things from someone like him. He’s incapable of obeying laws, no matter how much they’re on my side. Still, I’m surprised he insists so much on you. After all, he’s never stopped saying you’re just a simple human–weak and disposable.”

He’s night Cassian has boasted about his disdain for me many times, though that didn’t make him any less territorial. One of his rules was that no one else but him was allowed to drink from me, if memory serves I don’t know when things changed so much. What I do know is that his feelings for me aren’t the same as before. Neither are mine, no matter how much I try to fool myself.

So no, I’m not angry. In fact, if you tell me that being with Cassian is what you want, I’ll take you to him myself when the month ends.”

“Really I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“Yes. I only ask for one sincere chance.”

I watch him for what feels like minutes until I finally answer.

I suppose I can do that”

I take a bite while chewing on my own thoughts. Something tells me giving him a re

real chance is impossible. Cassian stormed into my

Chapter 150

life, planted a flag in my heart, and even if my blood pools beneath his boots, my foolish heart does strange things when he’s near- unaware that he’s a ruthless conqueror who claimed us without asking.

*So, has Abraxas been kind to you?”

“He’s a man of few words, I say.

Laughter shakes his chest.

“Oh yes, very different from me. I frown, still looking at him. “Abraxas is my brother.”

Now I understand why he says he’s the one he trusts most, though blood sometimes means nothing.

“He’s certainly not as vain as I am

“Why does he hide under a cloak?”

He raises his cup to his lips again, staining them crimson.

“Perhaps it’s under my orders, so his beauty doesn’t trap you

Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

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