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“What he is? Inside him?” Cara had a feeling the woman was talking about Rhal, but her mate was far from a boy and the only thing he “was” was a gorgeous, worthy male with the stamina of a thousand men.
    Otta took a sip from one of the bottles of water. “Rhal, yes. And he continues to deny what he’s become, who he is.”
    “I…” she shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Otta smirked. “Of course not, dear. You’re human .”
    She might as well have said dumb , but Cara wasn’t going to rise to the woman’s bait. Not when she wanted Otta to explain.
    “How much do you know about my dear child?” Kaag snorted at Otta’s words and the female glared at him until he wiped the smile from his lips.
    “Enough.” Next to nothing.
    “Of course.” Otta’s knowing smirk returned. “So you know he made his first kill for the kingdom at seven and his hundredth at nine. That the king demanded he train from sun up to sun down. At ten, he became the king’s official assassin and at eleven the land’s executioner.” Otta leaned forward as if imparting a secret that had to be whispered. “And at fourteen, he took the life of his true mother.”
    Cara knew what the female expected, knew that Cara was supposed to now sob in fear and flee. Perhaps Rhal did those things. Maybe he sacrificed his childhood at the king’s request. Maybe he had taken those lives. That knowledge didn’t frighten her; it didn’t disgust her. No, it made her ache for him. It made her care for him all the more. It made her desperate to touch him, hold him, right now .
    A killer at seven.
    A killer. At seven .
    Hadn’t he told her there were things she didn’t want to know about him? He’d pushed and pushed and tried to get her to leave him, but she’d been persistent.
    Cara remained quiet as she slowly and carefully grasped a bottle of water. She twisted off the top and brought it to her lips, swallowing one mouthful and then another before finally lowering it to answer Otta. Cool, calm, collected. The woman wasn’t right in the head. She took joy in her attempt to frighten her, Otta’s expression filled with delight and anticipation of her reaction. Well, no matter the roiling emotions inside her, she wasn’t giving this female what she desired. Ever. Now her task was to get these two out of their apartment.
    “Yes, I am aware,” Cara drawled, pretending to be unaffected.
    “Really?” Otta raised a single brow. “Then you also know that a male with an appetite for blood also has other strong appetites ?” Otta traced her neckline with a single, sharpened nail. “Those that have been sated by many?”
    The insinuation pierced the shell around her emotions, but she battled them for control. Rhal was an excellent lover and if this female took advantage of him…
    Because it had to have been that way. When did he leave his father’s household? How long had it been since he’d been home? They’d talked about it, but now she couldn’t remember… He must have been practically a youngling.
    “I’m sure he didn’t become so skilled without practice and I’m glad now that he’s gotten things right, he’s taken me as his mate. I appreciate the sacrifice those other females made on my behalf. Perhaps I should send them each a gift? Because he really is an excellent lover.”
    Otta smirked and rose to her full height and Cara mirrored the action. She ignored the hulking guard’s presence and kept her gaze trained on Rhal’s dam . She was crafty, bitchy, and would probably put a knife in Cara’s back and smile the whole time. “Hmm… Perhaps it’s time to leave, Kaag. It seems talk has become quite common .” Otta turned on her heel and strode toward the door. The floor length dress she wore made her look as if she floated .
    Cara followed behind her, anxious for the duo to get the hell out of their space. Of course, they’d been so engrossed in talking to each other, they hadn’t noticed