The Empress's Revenge

Chapter 27

Harlow covered my mouth quickly.

"Darling, I'm a little offended." He muttered, nipping my ear.

I raised my heel and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.

Harlow cursed and let go enough for me to pull away and dash off into the garden.

I sprinted, stumbling through the darkness and tripped over a root.

I have to get away.

Wheres Dankish?

I'm sorry.

My head throbbed as I got back up and shook it off. I needed to get back to the castle.

"Renata!" I heard Harlow wail from somewhere close behind me. "How could you?"

I blocked him out as I ran, kicking my heels off and ripping my dress up the leg so I could go faster.

Come on, come on.

Suddenly I ran into something and it grabbed me by my shoulders.

Harlow found me.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" I cried as I tried kicking.

"Renata!"

It was him.

Dankish.

I adjusted my eyes so I could peer into the darkness and there I saw him.

Barvoscha.

He peered at me with his black eyes full of concern.

"What happened? Wheres your jacket? What happened to your dress? Why are you out here?!"

I couldn't speak. The bodies by the tree kept flashing into my mind.

"Renata, come back, love, we weren't finished."

Dankish looked up and narrowed his eyes looking at the bushes behind me and wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his warm chest.

I heard the bushes rustle behind me as someone stepped out of them.

"Oh, look at that. The Northern King."

I heard Dankish snort.

"And the Emperor of rats."

Harlow snickered. "Oh please. I'm simply ridding my kingdom of filth."

"If people are filth to you, I'd hate to know what actual scum is."

Dankish was slowly stepping infront of me, keeping his eyes on Harlow and placing me behind him.

"If you're done, Your Majesty, we shall take our leave." I heard him growl in his baritone voice.

Harlow sighed. "You can go, but leave the woman."

I heard Dankish snort. "That seems hardly appropriate for someone who openly threatened her earlier."

"I was joking!" Harlow protested.

"Obviously." The Northern King replied sarcastically.

"Fine, leave. But don't expect anything."

I took a deep breath as Dankish turned around to lead me back inside.

"Other than the divorce papers." I said broadly.

We left Harlow outside, wine dripping down his shirt and his hair a mess.

Dankish escorted me to our room quickly, his aura radiating anger. He strode so quickly, I was jogging, my bare feet freezing against the bare marble floor.