Dark One Rising. Leandra Martin

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      She moved her free hand and slapped him. He backed away, but only a little, then grabbed her again by the arm, this time hurting her.

      “Don’t tease me, Your Highness. I don’t like it.”

      “You came on to me when I only wished to retire for the evening, by myself.”

      He squeezed harder, pressing his leg up against her.

      “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

      “I will have you, Melenthia, one way or another. You can either give yourself willingly to me, or I will just take you. It’s your choice of course, but willingly will get you the least hurt.”

      Kevaan glanced her way from across the room. He saw the look on her face and the one on Fallon’s. He excused himself from the conversation he was having and came over to her quickly, now trapped in the doorway by Fallon’s body. He placed a firm hand on Fallon’s shoulder and leaned in. “Is there something going on here I should know about?”

      “No. This is a conversation between me and Melenthia. It doesn’t concern you, Kevaan.”

      “It does if your conversation becomes threatening to my sister.”

      “Do you feel threatened, Melenthia?” he asked her, giving her a warning glare and pressing his leg further against her.

      “Just a bit uncomfortable, My Lord. I’m sure you mean no harm.”

      Fallon released his pressure on her leg. “Of course not.” He looked at Kevaan. “See, Your Highness, she’s fine.”

      Kevaan looked at his sister. She had an unreadable face, but he knew her too well. He asked her casually, if only to steer the conversation back to a less menacing tone. “Where are you off to, Melenthia?”

      “I don’t feel very well this evening. I’m just a bit woozy. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably from the excitement of the evening.”

      “Well, why don’t you go upstairs and lie down. I’ll give father your apologies.”

      “Thank you, Kevaan, I will do so. Good night.” She curtsied to Fallon. “Your Grace.”

      Fallon let go of her completely and allowed her to pass, leering at her until she disappeared around the corner. He turned to Kevaan again, seething.

      “Do not interfere in my business again, Kevaan.

      “I will interfere again if you forget your manners a second time.”

      “You cannot threaten me.”

      “Not a threat, a warning. Where my sister is concerned, I will interfere all I like until you get the message that when she says no, she means no. You do anything to make her uncomfortable again, you will deal with me, and I’ll have more than just a warning next time.”

      Fallon said nothing. He just glared at him and walked away. No one said no to him. He had his sights on Melenthia, and he would have her, by force if necessary. He didn’t think it would come to that, however. He had made steps toward achieving his goal. She would soon learn her place. Her curvaceous body and those full lips would soon be his, and he looked forward to it.

      CHAPTER 3

      A couple of hours later, Melenthia was sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair after taking a bath. A knock on the door made her stop, wondering if she should actually answer. She was afraid that maybe Fallon had come upstairs to seek her out, but then chided herself for being ridiculous. Kevaan would never let that happen.

      “Who is it?”

      “It’s Kevaan, Mel, let me in.”

      She stood up, went to the door and unlatched it. He came in as she was sitting on the bed. He sat down next to her and tapped her playfully on the nose.

      “Are you alright?”

      “I’m fine, Kevaan.”

      “Did he hurt you?”

      “My sensibilities maybe, but not physically, no.”

      “Don’t lie to me, Melenthia.”

      She sighed. “He did a bit, but I have experienced harder in the practice arena.”

      “What did he say to you?”

      “Things a sister should not repeat to her brother as it would embarrass him.”

      “He should not have done or said anything that would insult your honor.”

      “A nice gesture from a brother to his sister, nothing more. Men always think they have the right to take what they want whether it’s inappropriate or not. There’s no impropriety where men are concerned.”

      “That’s not true of all men.”

      “You are not all men, Kevaan. You have the last of the romantic, gentle hearts.”

      “I should tell father.”

      She snickered. “Tell him what, that his favored man came on to his daughter. He will not listen. I tried to tell him before, and he didn’t listen then either.”

      “He needs to know that Fallon is a scoundrel, and he should not allow him near his only daughter.”

      “Father sees only what he chooses to see. Fallon is a shrewd businessman who meticulously handles his estates. That’s the only thing that matters.”

      “I’m sorry, Mel. I didn’t want you to have to deal with that on your birthday.”

      “It’s just another day to remind me that I’m not married or betrothed or even have my sights set on some young nobleman. It’s just another day to remind me of my oddity.”

      He looked at her with love. “I celebrate you. You are beautiful, smart and compassionate, and somewhere in that rough exterior is a woman with a heart of gold and a love for life. I see it in your eyes every time I look into them. You are special, Melenthia, that I know.”

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