Born of Shadows (The League Gen 1 #3)(11)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Her mother went perfectly still, then cackled. “While we’re here? Please. I know you want to prove your worth. But there’s no threat here unless they plan to bore me to death.”

Several of the Guard laughed.

Desideria was humiliated by her mother’s rough dismissal.

Peria, the Head Guard, stepped forward. “Why don’t you take a small break, child?”

And Desideria really could have done without that slap. Honestly, she wanted to cry, but she wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction.

“I just now overheard a plot to kill you.”

That at least got her mother’s attention.

Until she burst out laughing again. “Don’t be a fool, child. No one here has the balls to come after me. Now go take your break and leave us.”

Desideria was mortified as she summoned what tiny bit of dignity she could find and turned away while they laughed at her.

“An attempt at a summit?” Peria’s mocking tone sent a wave of nausea through her body. “Really? What was she thinking?”

“Perhaps I was impulsive to appoint her so soon.” Her mother sighed. “I had such ambition for her. Oh well. I only hope Narcissa and Gwenela don’t turn out to be disappointments too. I should never have bred with her father. So much for thinking of adding to our bloodline with an offworlder. I should have known better.”

Those words were like a kick in her gut. I hate you, you sanctimonious bitch. But she didn’t hate her mother. Not really. She was hurt and lashing out.

It was bad enough when other people mocked her. When her mother did it, it was so much worse. All she wanted was to make her mother proud of her. Why was that such an impossible task?

How will I ever face the others again?

None of them had any respect for her at this point. They thought her inept.

Worse, they thought her weak.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t pay any attention to where she was going until she collided with a solid wall. At least that was what she thought it was until she realized it was a man.

A huge, powerful man with a body so hard it was like touching granite.

Gasping, she looked up and froze.

Dark brown eyes glowed with warmth as a slow smile spread across the face of the devastating male she’d noticed earlier. And her collision laid to rest any speculation about the body obscured by his voluminous robes. He was as honed as any warrior she’d ever seen.

The teasing light in his eyes faded into a look of deep concern. “Are you all right?”

It was difficult to think of a response when the pleasant masculine scent of him was thick in her head and his eyes captivated her so. Oh, he was gorgeous. “Fine.”

His intelligent gaze sharpened. “You don’t look fine… I mean, you do look F-I-N-E, but something’s bothering you. Can I do something to help?”

She hated to be that transparent to anyone. Great. Just great. Now I’m humiliating myself with strangers too. That was all she needed. “You’re right. You are bothering me. Now move out of my way.” Her tone was sharper than she meant it to be, but she couldn’t control her anger over her own stupidity and embarrassment.

He held his hands up and stepped aside to let her pass. “Pardon me for trying to help.”

Desideria took three steps, then turned back to apologize for her rudeness.

He was already gone.

Weird. And fast, not to mention silent. She wouldn’t have thought he could move like that, especially while swathed in that much material.

Part of her was bothered that she’d been so curt with him. He didn’t deserve it. She hated whenever she took her anger out on the wrong person—like her mother always did. She tried so hard not to do that to others. And here, she’d slapped at someone who was just trying to be nice.

“This is not my day.” At this point, she really wanted to crawl under something and die.

Die…

She’d blurted out to her mother what she’d overheard. If whoever the killer was caught wind of that…

Dying was a very real possibility. Drek… What had she done? Her actions might very well have facilitated things. I’ve got to find out who it is. Immediately.

Because if she didn’t, both of them would die.

8

Caillen sat with his father in the summit chamber, surrounded by nobles and officials, bored out of his mind. The room was round so that they could all see each other should someone give in to the need to yawn, the sadistic bastards, with dim lighting that seemed to suck all the energy out of the very marrow of his bones. Yeah, there was definitely something being emitted by the bulbs that was dimming his intellect. He could feel his IQ slipping at least one point per minute.

Maybe more.

At this rate, he’d be reduced to a vegetative state within the hour.

It explained much about their current leadership… his father notwithstanding.

In the center was a chair that was occupied by the officials and reps who’d come to beg council attention to certain matters regarding their worlds.

Gods what I wouldn’t give for one of the senators to go mental and pull out a blaster and kill someone.

Hell, at this point, they could kill him. Anything to get him out of this. But at least he’d helped his father get a treaty with the Krellins. That had pleased the man exponentially.

“We’re a small system and the rights to our crops…”

Caillen zoned out again so that he wouldn’t have to hear the sharp, nasal whine of a governor wanting more funding for his wardrobe. Oh wait, he wanted funding for his poor people. Yeah… that was what the man was pitching.

He arched a brow at the two million credits’ worth of rocks sewn onto the governor’s jacket and adorning the man’s corpulent hand—wouldn’t those help his country’s finances just a bit?

And he knew exactly what those stones were worth. Appraising them even at a distance was a talent he’d acquired from a friend of his who was a pirate and jewel thief. After spending years around Chayden and his pirate friends, he could price a stone faster and more accurately than most experienced appraisers.

How bored am I that I’m trying to guess carat weight visually?

Shoot me.

The governor finished his plea, then left the senior officials to decide his fate. Unfortunately, the leader of those senior officials was his father, which meant Caillen was stuck in this room until hell froze over.

I feel my life ticking away… C’mon, assassin. Please strike.

Boggi cleared his throat. “Next are the Qillaqs who are here to inform the council of their intentions toward the Trimutians.”

Well at least he’d have his hot babe Guard to stare at for this one. That should help a little even if she’d snapped his head off earlier. So much for his promise to get her into his bed. She’d effectively nipped his erection.

At least for the moment. There was still dinner and if he played his cards right…

Dessert.

Yeah, he could just imagine her spoon-feeding him what he needed most to turn this shitty day around. And if what he suspected about her was right, she’d chisel a smile on his face not even the League could remove.

His father sighed as an apprehensive tremor ran through the room. It was so thick, it was tangible.

Leaning toward his father so that he could whisper, Caillen frowned. “What’s up?”

A tic worked in his father’s jaw. “It’s the way the Qillaqs negotiate. It’s embarrassing, really.”

He’d opened his mouth to ask him to elaborate when the door opened to show the Qillaq delegation. For one split second, all the blood drained from his brain to one part of his anatomy as the queen and her Guard entered in outfits so skimpy they didn’t really cover anything.

Oh yeah, he could see straight to the business end of the queen’s body, and her br**sts were only covered by a thin gauze that highlighted the fact she’d rouged her n**ples to make them more prominent through the material. He knew many places in the universe where going out like that in public would get you arrested.

Or laid.

His tongue thick, he looked past the queen to the woman he’d spoken to earlier in the hallway.

With her hair now braided down her back, she was dressed more sedately in a burgundy halter top and tight pants. Still, that top plunged deep between her br**sts making him wish she’d dressed more like her queen.

Yeah, gimme a bite of that…

He’d say that if the other officials had dressed like this it would have kept him awake, but honestly their bodies were best covered. No need in making everyone sick.

These on the other hand made him wish he was a Qill.

Slap my ass and call me yours. She could lock him to her bed and keep him there as long as she wanted.

Baby, what is your name? He wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight until he knew it.

He wouldn’t be able to focus on anything until he knew her scent.

The men in the room shifted uncomfortably while the women curled their lips in distaste. Yeah, jealousy was a bitch.

Never one to let anything interfere with his decorum, Boggi cleared his throat. “Queen Sarra, please state your case to the council.”

She came forward to sit on the chair with a seductive gait that was probably causing the older members to wheeze. When she sat, it was with an open posture that made him want to laugh—poor queen had no idea that he was used to negotiating with women a lot hotter, sexier and more nak*d than she was at present. If she wanted his mind numb, she should have sent in her little Guard woman dressed like that to speak for her.

He doubted he’d be able to even remember his own name if Ms. Cutie back there were nak*d. He caught Darling’s amused smirk from the other side of the room. There was a challenge in that stare and it was one Caillen planned to meet.

The queen cleared her throat. “Members of the council, I have a dire matter to discuss. The Trimutians are on our borders and are mercilessly pressing into our territory. We have issued restraints and they ignore them. Our next step is to declare war. I’m here today, per League orders, to let all of you know our intentions.”

His father scowled. “Why have you waited to tell us this? You should have sought counsel to help police the Trimutians.”

“We are a private nation. Proud. We don’t seek help when we can deal with the matter on our own.”

What that…?

Caillen told himself to keep silent, but as the council began to back her war, he couldn’t. He saw through her plan as easily as he saw through her clothes and he couldn’t stand by and let an innocent nation be victimized by a profiteering bitch. “The Trimutians are on your borders you say?”

She passed him the most scathing glare of his life—an impressive feat, really, considering how many people he managed to piss off on a daily basis. “I don’t like to repeat myself.”

“I can respect that. But I am curious, Your Majesty. Can you tell me how long they’ve been pressing you?”

“Almost a year.”

Really? Caillen scowled as he digested that. Seemed odd and off. Then again, she was lying and he knew it. “How many of their armada would you say have been harassing your borders?”

“The majority of it. Every time we turn around, one of them is attacking. They’ve taken up refuge on one of our colonies and have been holding its inhabitants as hostages, demanding we pay or they’ll kill them.”

Oh yeah… Bull. Shit. It was so thick, they could grow a garden.

Caillen looked around at the faces of the senators whose glares were silently telling him to shut his mouth. But he couldn’t. Nothing she said made sense in his world. A colony of Qills would be armed for war and woe to anyone dumb enough to try and take them hostage. It would have been a bloodbath so severe, they’d still be running news segments on it. “For a year?”

“Is that not what I said?”

Nice tone there and if his father wasn’t sitting to his left, he’d elevate it up a notch. As it was, he kept his tone level, nice and calm. “It is indeed, Your Majesty. However, I find it odd that they’d be on your borders and occupying a foreign colony when the bulk of their armada is in the Brimen sector for training and has been for the last six months. Their borders are manned by a skeleton fleet that has its hands full dealing with runners and pirates. Therefore, I’m baffled by this phantom group holding your people hostage. Have you considered they’re rogues and not backed by the Trimutians?”

Her cheeks flushed as she realized he’d caught her in a lie. “Are you daring to question me?”

The Gondarion governor cleared his throat sharply as he glared at him. “Prince Caillen, we don’t speculate here. We only discuss facts.”

Caillen took offense at the man’s censoring tone that said he thought Caillen was an idiot. He narrowed his gaze and spoke slowly so that the imbecile could follow him. “And I’m giving you facts, Senator. Look it up. The Trimutian territory is the shortest run from Starken to Altaria. Pirates call it the Golden Lightyear because for the last two years, it’s been the easiest payday they’ve seen in decades. It’s why the Trimutians have sent their armada in for training. They’re trying to come up with some way to catch the pirates and rout them out of their system without losing their entire fleet. The major revenue stream for Trimala has always been shipping and their cargoes are easy pickings. Their colonies are rich in resources, so it doesn’t make sense that they’d go after Qillaq territory which only has a pittance of raw materials and open another front to their war while their armada is stretched perilously thin by the thieves plaguing them. However, it makes total sense for the Qillaqs to declare war on them and attack while they’re weak and then claim their resources as their own.”

The queen shot to her feet. “How dare you!”

Desideria pressed her lips together as the Exeterian prince held his cool against her mother. It wasn’t often that anyone got the better of their queen and she was impressed that he’d managed to do so. He was intelligent and courageous to speak his mind when it was obvious the others wanted him to remain silent.