Sunny - Mona Lisa Craving

“My sons are two years past the age of maturity when most young men would seek to intimately serve a Queen,” Nolan said. “They are, as you say, ready to go into service.”

“Oh, well, good. The next Council meeting is coming right up in nine days. They can…” Offer themselves up? “Sign up then at the Service Fair. If they want to, that is.” I blushed, unable to look at Quentin. “I was just thinking that the sooner for them, the better.”

Nolan nodded. “You are correct, milady. Indeed. The sooner for them, the better.”

I took a breath, willed the blush to fade away. “Yes, well, um…all I ask is that you come and give me a try for a few days. If you’re not happy settling in my territory, you can seek a position with another Queen of your choosing at the coming fair, and I will do my best to aid you in that endeavor. I know it’s not your usual Monère arrangement—a Mixed Blood Queen and a Demon Prince.” I smiled weakly. Actually, that didn’t sound attractive at all. I hesitated. “If you and Hannah would rather not join me because of this, if you’d just rather continue on as you have been doing, I’ll understand.”

“You humble yourself for no reason. You give my sons a chance I never thought they’d have, and myself a privilege I’d never thought to know again.” Nolan dropped to his knees and Hannah and Quentin knelt beside him.

“It would be a great honor to serve you, my Queen.”

IT TOOK LESSthan an hour to gather up their things. Thankfully, most of their stuff had already been packed. They’d been planning to leave anyway. Hannah cooked a steak for Dante, and had him eat it and drink something before we left. He hadn’t taken the time earlier for sustenance when he had rushed out to see me. When asked if I cared for some food, I hastily muttered that I would grab a hamburger on the road, and quickly fled the kitchen.

We were ready to go in short order. One of the two vehicles they had, a Honda Ridgeline truck, had thick mats and bulky gym bags loaded in the open flatbed, along with the other packed household stuff. I slid into the front passenger seat and turned to gaze curiously at the unusual items. The truck was surprisingly roomy inside—as roomy as a regular car. Nolan took the wheel while Hannah sat in back. Quentin drove the other car, following us, with Dante seated beside him. I was grateful they hadn’t put Dante and me together.

When asked what all the mats in back were for, I was told that it was equipment from the self-defense school they’d operated in their little town. That was how Nolan and his sons had made their living.

“We taught the use of sword, dagger, and firearms, as well,” Nolan told me as I blissfully devoured a hamburger we’d gotten at a drive-through. I discovered that fast food tasted especially good when you hadn’t had any in a long while. “We even held special classes for the local police,” he added.

I chewed and washed down a mouthful of the steamy burger with a cool sip of Sprite. “Cops?”

Nolan smiled, probably at the way I’d said the word. “Yes, cops. They made up over a quarter of my client base, good customers actually. Hannah also offered her healing services to the local community.”

“You healed humans?” I said with surprise.

“In a much more subtle way, milady,” she said, nodding. “My talent is limited with non-Monère. More diagnosis, pointing out what is wrong, and the easing of some of their pain. Sometimes boosting their own natural healing. I give them herbal infusions to drink while I examine them, and they believe that it is the herbal tea that helps them.”

“You seem to have made a comfortable life here,” I observed. “Why were you planning to leave?”

“We knew we could no longer stay after we brought you here,” Nolan answered.

A germ of an idea was sprouting in my mind. I tried it on, out loud. “Nolan. How would you like to open up a similar school in my Louisiana territory?”

Nolan glanced askance at me. “For humans?”

“Yes, and some Mixed Bloods I have under my care.”

“I am yours to command, milady.”

I waved his perfunctory comment aside, and continued, warming up to my idea. “The expense and income would be yours to manage. And any profit would be yours to keep like before, other than a ten percent cut—the tithing portion I owe High Court from all my businesses. Would you like to do this?”

He seemed astounded and uncertain. “Yes, of course, milady. But that is not how things are usually done.”

“The usual way being that the Queen owns everything, everybody works for her for free, and she provides for their needs. A feudal way of operating that really should change. And maybe can, beginning with you.”

“But I will not be contributing much to you under those terms,” Nolan said, troubled.

“You will be contributing more than you know. You will be showing my people another way to live, a more independent way. And one of the Mixed Bloods you will be training will be my brother. Teach him how to protect himself, and you will have served me invaluably. Besides, you’re contributing a healer to our community.”

Regardless, Nolan insisted that I take twenty percent of the profits. Ten percent for the tithe, the other ten percent for myself. In addition to that, he said, “I would extend my services in the training of your men, as well.”

“That’s very generous,” I said, pleased with the offer. “I’ll introduce you to Dontaine, my master of arms. See what he says.”

Nolan asked me who the drill master was, and the length and frequency and routine of practice for my warriors. To my shame, I was unable to answer him.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know as much as I should about that.”

“You don’t practice with your men?”

“No.”

“You should,” Nolan said. “You fight well, but your swordplay is crude.”

Nothing like the truth to make you wince. “I haven’t had much practice,” I said in my own defense.

“You will now” was his ominous reply. I had a feeling that whoever the drill master had been before, Nolan was the new one now, at least for me, if he had anything to say about it.

Dawn was just beginning to break when we finally pulled into the long driveway leading up to the house. We rounded a curve, then Belle Vista, the grand plantation home, was rising before us. But lovely though the building was, it was the people streaming down the steps that truly lifted my heart. My family, my people. And Amber was here! My big, craggy giant. My Warrior Lord, my love. Happiness swelled my heart.

That happiness faltered a bit, though, when I saw the harshness on his face. And Amber’s was not the only grim, tight-lipped expression I saw as we pulled up. Dontaine, tall, fair, and handsome, stood beside Amber, looking like a thundercloud ready to burst and rain down on us. Flanking them were my guards: Aquila, the former rogue who had kidnapped me, now one of my most trusted men; and loyal, plain Tomas, on whom I had hung up the phone. He was looking as angry as I’d ever seen him. The four of them were an intimidating wall—fully armed with swords, daggers, and aggressive stances. Behind them, kept safely back, was my younger brother, Thaddeus. His dark straight hair and almond eyes, so like mine, grew big with relief as he caught sight of me. Next to him were Jamie and Tersa, the brother and sister of my heart, the other Mixed Bloods in my care. Their mother, Rosemary, a Full Blood Monère woman, stood tall among them. And beside them, guarding them, was Chami, my chameleon, my deadly assassin.

“It’s all right,” I said stepping out of the car. “Everything’s o—”

The rest of my words were cut off as Amber grabbed me in a crushing embrace. Good thing my bruises were gone, healed with the first orgasm Dante had given me, or I would have been yelping in pain and upsetting my men even more.