Forty-Three: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

I was blinded by rage. I wanted blood more than I wanted my next breath.

Then I heard those words, "The queen has already placed the order. Anyone who had been in contact is being quarantined."

The Queen.

My Queen.

She had not been handed the crown yet, but she was acting every bit within her new title.

She was my queen, my woman. I would have to be dragged down to Hell before I would let anyone get their hands on her. As soon as I heard that one of my men had been threatening her, I wanted to end him. But Joselin was right. She needed him. She needed to use him to trace the magic and learn more about the curse that seemed to be infecting my people.

If I couldn't kill him myself or have him killed by my guard, I wanted to lock him up until I was free to do so. Once Joselin was done getting the information she needed, he would die by my hand.

But Natalie, my future queen, had already placed the order for any potentially infected person to be held in quarantine until they were able to be cleared. She was wise, and I felt a small amount of weight ease off my shoulders as I ran back to the castle, back to my mate.

She would make a capable and excellent queen. With a little training, she would excel at her new role. I was proud to have her by my side, but once Joselin vanished at the gate to return to her tower, I was driven by the desperate and primal need to confirm for myself that my mate was safe.

Multiple men stood guard in the hallway as I reached my bedroom door, and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion before deciding not to add additional delay in seeing my woman. I would just ask her directly.

into the distance as I entered the room. Her empty eyes blinked once at me before the recognition

stopped, lifting her hands and

she examined me. I did not know

small muttering made my ears twitch

hell when she had that focused expression. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips slightly pursed.

been infected, I pictured the small stream of blood that I had watched fall from Heath's mouth and

had a higher resistance to them. How many of my men had been infected? How many of the last healers on Earth were going

vision, I watched as her pupils dilated. She loved it when

attractive with

At least one of them wants me dead." Natalie continued to move around me, stopping when she was between me and the door. I moved with her slowly, keeping my eyes on

my throat at the idea of her being threatened or

I don't

She cared.

least of all me," I said as I

She was curious.

allowing me to approach her. My hand, a mixture of human and beast, lifted. My fingertips ran down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps

snapped her mouth shut, nodding

purred. 'You

sides. Her

Good Girl.

have to make a note of

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