Free Set In Sparks (Morningstars Book 2) by Sam Destiny Page A

that she’d shatter if he made a wrong movement.
    “That’s very inappropriate, Hurricane, don’t you think?” her mother asked, making a face as if someone had shit on her beloved carpet and then told her to suck it up.
    “What is?” Ryder inquired, tempted to piss Cany’s mother off even more by letting his hands go into Cany’s curls and gently cup her neck to make the courtier’s eyes meet his face.
    “Hurricane…” the mother started, but Ryder just stepped closer. The mother flinched and Cany stood, surprising him by placing her slender hand on his back.
    “Ryder, please,” she cried out and then pulled him back. He shouldn’t be as protective of her as he was, but somehow he couldn’t help it.
    “Please what, Hurricane ? Let her treat you the way she does?” he asked, turning to the now even paler girl. There was fire in her eyes again and that was something he recognized.
    “You tried to kill your own sister and then sent someone after her. I’m pretty sure you don’t know proper family etiquette,” she snapped and Ryder heard her mother gasp.
    “Clarice, what happened?” So that was the woman’s name? A guy that didn’t look older than forty, wearing a crisp suit and honey - colored combed back hair, joined them and placed a hand on his mate’s shoulder, similar to how Ryder had done it earlier. He now understood what that maybe had implied. The resemblance to Cany was fully missing, since his face was round and plump, unlike his daughter’s. The little courtier seemingly had gotten her looks from her mother, no trace of her father anywhere.
    “George, your daughter is treating our guest quite rudely. She seems to have lost her manners ever since moving in with that odd Queen.” Ryder needed to leave right now or he’d show Cany’s mother exactly which manners he didn’t possess. Speaking to Cany the way they were was one thing, but calling Maya odd was an entirely different story.
    “Mother, father, I’m sorry. I never intended to stultify you in front of your guest. He sometimes forgets whom he’s speaking to. I apologize profoundly. I will take Ryder and we will leave. I came to bring you the invitation and I did. Please, let us know your answer in time,” Cany said and then did that tiny bow thing she did whenever her mother rebuked her.
    “Leave, Ryder, I need to speak to my daughter alone.” And just like that, he was dismissed. Fuming, he left the house, hoping the night air would cool him dow n .

 

    “Nox!” God, how he hated that name, especially since Destra called it twenty-four-seven these days.  Forcing a smile, he moved closer, finding her in a blue dress, her dark tresses tumbling down her pale back until almost hitting the curve of her ass. From behind she looked so much like her daughter, Nox had to clear his throat.
    “What's this for?” he asked and she spun in front of a floor-length mirror, clearly liking the way she looked.
    “It's my dress for the Masquerade, of course,” Destra announced and Nox gritted his teeth. Of course. How could he not know that? Right, because she hadn't mentioned it before.
    “What masquerade?” he asked, trying to reign his temper in.
    She turned back to him, coming closer to wrap her slender arms around his neck, shaking her hair out before meeting his eyes. “There will be a ball at the Queen's mansion and everyone will be there,” she explained with a malicious grin. “This time we'll get directly to her and I'll wrap my hands around her neck until she takes her last breath.”
    “Maya was turned, Destra. She's no longer dying that easy. Plus, there won't be a moment when she's unguarded. We've seen her warriors and her mate won't be stupid a second time,” Nox remarked and Destra's happy expression faltered, her red eyes dulling with disappointment.
    “I forgot,” she admitted, touching her lips with the tip of her finger. It gave Nox an excuse to step away from her. He had waited for a psychic breakdown on