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352 pages, Paperback
First published July 10, 2020
“I prefer the enemy I can see to the one behind my back.”
“Imagine, if you will, you’re the cuckoo in the nest. But the nest doesn’t belong to kindly songbirds. It belongs to vicious raptors, the type who will shred you should they learn who and what you really are.”
All the Cavilles were cruel. All but the queen, who’d died, leaving behind an ailing king and three vipers in his nest. They were supposed to be guardians of this land and its people, but these royals were parasites, feeding off it instead.
“I asked you… Nikolas.” He peered into Nikolas’s eyes and blinked. “Because I recognize a killer when I see one. And if you speak of this task outside of this room, nobody will believe you.”
“They fear Amir. What you have… it’s more than fear, Vasili.” Perhaps Vasili didn’t see it because he was so close to the nightmare, but he did have people in the palace who would listen to him, perhaps even follow him. “There’s loyalty but it needs to be forged into a purpose. Out of all the Cavilles in that vipers’ nest, you are the only one whom the guards and the Loreen people trust.”
Niko kissed him long and slow and careful, not wanting to break him. “I don’t deserve you.”
Julian brushed his chin against Niko’s nose and looped his arms around Niko’s neck, locking him close. “No, you don’t. But fuck me like that some more and we’ll call it even.”
Niko would do more than touch. He dropped beneath the water’s surface again and took Julian into his mouth, licking and sucking the crown while pumping the shaft. He emerged once for a breath, and caught Julian’s fraught, desperate expression.
“Fear is useless.”
“I disagree.”
“Then you have not experienced real fear.”






“You have not been subtle in your hatred of me, but that I can trust. I prefer the enemy I can see to the one behind my back.”
“I’m not an assassin.”
The royal leaned in so close Niko could smell the sweetness of rosewater. “You are whatever I order you to be, or nothing at all,” the man said with the confidence born of having never been denied.
“Yes, I’m afraid of you, and that prison you call a palace. How’s that for honesty? You fucking terrify me. I’d rather face an elf than look you in the eye sometimes because there’s something in you, Vasili. Something dark. Something you keep bottled up and hidden, but it’s waiting, and I do not want to be nearby when you lose control of it.”
And Prince Vasili is the worst Caville of all. Malicious and cruel, the prince is more viper than man.
“You’ll pay with your life if you betray me again.”
“I can’t betray those who haven’t earned my loyalty.”
Vasili’s laugh was hollow, like the man it belonged to.
He was back to hating Vasili, Julian was still looking at the prince like the sun shone out of his ass, and Vasili was looking at Niko like he wanted to scrape him off his boot.
“Your love is worthless. It’s your hate I need.”
Rage burned the back of Niko’s tongue. “Oh, you have that, my prince. Now leave, before I make you.”
“I hate you, your highness,” Vasili tensed again, his back straightened, “but you have my blade,” Niko said softly.
“I’m not an assassin.”
The royal leaned in so close Niko could smell the sweetness of rosewater. “You are whatever I order you to be, or nothing at all,” the man said with the confidence born of having never been denied.
“My sword.”
“You want a sword? Vasili won’t—”
“Vasili doesn’t have to know, and not just any sword. My sword. It’s in the room I rented. I’ll give you the address.” He offered his hand. “Are we agreed?”
“You’re a fool,” Julian clasped his hand around Niko’s and smiled. “But I’ll get your sword, Nikolas Yazdan.”

“You’ll pay with your life if you betray me again.”
“I can’t betray those who haven’t earned my loyalty.”
“I hate you, your highness,” Vasili tensed again, his back straightened, “but you have my blade,” Niko said softly.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Julian brushed his chin against Niko’s nose and looped his arms around Niko’s neck, locking him close. “No, you don’t. But fuck me like that some more and we’ll call it even.”

Julian withdrew, making Niko moan for more.
“Hm,” the guard said. “I’ve watched you a great deal. Seen you furious, stoic, repulsed. I prefer you like this.”
“Sprawled on my back, at your mercy?”
“Exactly.”

“Is there a problem?” Whenever Vasili asked that question, it usually meant someone was about to have their throat cut.
Vasili wet his lips. Niko watched the viper’s mouth part, watched the tip of his tongue stroke over his bottom lip. “You’ve thought about killing me,” the prince said. “Many have. Many more dangerous than you. Yet here I stand, very much alive.”

“Yes, I’m afraid of you, and that prison you call a palace. How’s that for honesty? You fucking terrify me. I’d rather face an elf than look you in the eye sometimes because there’s something in you, Vasili. Something dark. Something you keep bottled up and hidden, but it’s waiting, and I do not want to be nearby when you lose control of it.”

Vasili kissed like he wanted to carve Niko open and devour him from the inside out. He tasted of citrus and bitterness. Of Caville poison. And Niko had never wanted so desperately to fuck a man raw as he did this prince. How could it be that he hated someone so passionately and yet wanted to ravish him?
“Your love is worthless. It’s your hate I need.”






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Vasili wet his lips. Niko watched the viper’s mouth part, watched the tip of his tongue stroke over his bottom lip. “You’ve thought about killing me,” the prince said. “Many have. Many more dangerous than you. Yet here I stand, very much alive.” He seemed to gain a twisted sense of glee from that statement, then threw back his second glass of wine in several gulps. His throat undulated, so delicate for someone full of poison.
Vasili didn’t announce. He lurked like the snake he was.
He couldn’t imagine Vasili’s sharp exterior ever thawing enough to let anyone close. Niko had found rocks with more empathy.“Don’t worry,” Vasili purred. “There will be many more chances for you to defy me.”
“Am I here just for you to torment?”
He chuckled and rested an elbow on the arm of his chair, propping his chin on his knuckles. “What a delight that would be.He saw Vasili standing by the door, the prince’s unblinking glare oddly comfortingly.
Niko was dark to Vasili’s light, but neither of them could be called good.His gaze finally settled on Niko. “I am still your prince.”Adamo shifted, and the sun caught Vasili’s sharp mouth, revealing a small, crooked smile. The smile he’d shown only to Niko.
“Sweet fucking gods.” Niko ran a trembling hand through his wet hair. Why was it every time he spoke with Vasili he was left feeling like the bastard had rooted around in his soul and torn out his vulnerabilities?Vasili continued to surprise him. Niko had thought he’d seen every side of the prince, but now he wondered if he’d merely scratched the surface of who the prince really was.The prince was unavoidable. His very presence made Niko’s skin burn.
Vasili kissed like he wanted to carve Niko open and devour him from the inside out. He tasted of citrus and bitterness. Of Caville poison. And Niko had never wanted so desperately to fuck a man raw as he did this prince.








