Chapter 8
EIGHT
Rorrick
The wind whispers through my feathers as I sit on a stone arch in the training courtyard, my eyes taking in the King, who seems thoroughly enamored with Crymson.
I don’ blame him, not necessarily. Crymson is intoxicating for many reasons, and she’s a force to be reckoned with.
But to see them getting more familiar with each other, to see Crymson straddling his waist, to see his hands exploring her ribs, I can’t stop the fury that tickles my throat.
How dare he!? That fucking fae bastard! War bells are chiming through my bird brain so loud, I can’t even think.
Knowing I need to report to Christian and that I have a long flight back, I lift into the air with a screech that feels like all my agony in one sound.
But before I go, I circle over the training courtyard.
Right when I’m just above the Thorn King, I push hard within myself.
And I shit. Right where I intended to. It gives me great pleasure to see him look down at his bare shoulder in disgust before looking up at the sky for me.
When he sees me flying and bares his teeth, I screech again and soar away.
It’s petty, but fuck ’em.
Fuck him and his perfect flawless features.
Fuck him and his ability to keep our girl safe when we weren’t able to.
Fuck him and this whole kingdom.