“Secret. Safe,” he said, his voice slurring a little.
She feathered her lips over his, and he thought he would die with how wonderful it felt. “Tell me.” She tortured him with her sweetness. He wished he had the strength to grab her and pull her beneath him, but he could barely move.
“Mikhail, you must tell me where the jewels are, the ones you are taking from the Belishaw family.”
He frowned, confused. “You know about the Belishaws?”
“I am the queen. It is my duty to know everything,” she said, her voice slightly cold. “Those jewels were my father’s, not theirs, yet they took them from him.” She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Now, tell me!” Her tone was more insistent, and he found he couldn’t fight anymore.
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