In the slant of moonlight coming in through the window she could see the Prince was fast asleep on the bed. He was laid on his back with the sheets low on his body. She moved closer, wanting to see him up close. Tammy shifted the hood of her cropped jacket back slightly so she could see him better. It was hard to tell in the darkness but he seemed to live up to the villagers claims; he was certainly handsome.
Grabbing the serrated blade from the waistband of her black combat trousers, she moved closer and pressed it sharply against his throat.
She watched as his eyelids flickered open, instantly locking with her own. They showed no fear.
“You won’t use it,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
Pressing the blade deeper, she asked, “How do you know?”
“I don’t know, but you won’t.” He pushed up in the bed, taking her by surprise, and she pressed the knife to his cheek instead. He glanced up at her and then dropped back against the ornate headboard. “Who are you, anyway? I don’t know an enemy who would send a woman to kill me.”
“It doesn’t matter who I am or who sent me. All you need to know is that Ellis Evans is innocent.”
He raised a brow at her, not seeming in the least worried by her appearance or the blade at his cheek. “Oh? How do you know?”
“Because he’s my—a close friend,” she amended.
His eyes narrowed. “And a close friend of mine got killed,” he snarled, showing the first sign of emotion since he’d woken.
“He deserved to die!” She spat, “But it wasn’t Ellis.”
His eyes were angry. “Then tell me who it was.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“Then your friend stays in prison.”
Tammy sighed heavily and pressed the knife a tad harder into his cheek, causing a bead of blood to form at its tip. “What would it take to free him?”
His eyes raked her figure from her head to her toes, lingering longer on the expanse of pale skin at her midriff.
“Well I can think of one thing you could do.”
Her eyes grew wary, “And what’s that?”
“Become my concubine.”
Tammy knew what that entailed and she wondered if she was strong enough to have sex with a man she loathed. “If I do, my…friend goes free?”
The Prince watched her and nodded.
She swallowed hard, unable to believe she was agreeing to something so crazy. “Do we…sign a contract or something?”
Jayden was suddenly roaring with laughter and she quickly moved the knife so as not to cut him deeply. And then wondered what the hell she was doing and pressed it back to his throat. He slowly quietened down.
“No, it will be a verbal contract. You will agree to be my concubine for a month. In which time you will do exactly as I say and live with me in my quarters so as to be at my beck and call, to service me whenever I ask it of you.”
Could she do that? It sounded so degrading.
As if reading her mind he said, “Most women would kill for this opportunity,” he told her.
Tammy bristled. “I’m not most women.”
His eyes dropped to inspect her again. “So I’ve noticed.”
Staring into his eyes, she asked, “Do I get anything out of this?”
“Other than the opportunity to pleasure your Prince?”
Leanne Crabtree © 2012