Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 2 (Afterlife saga Book 7) by Stephanie Hudson Read Free Book Online

girl who the King has picked personally to be his concubine.” Ah, so Ranka could see why Stateira was so pissed as she obviously thought I was here to replace her. Well, news flash bitch, I was intending to do more than just replace her!
    “So that explains the claws then,” I said and when she gave me that look I was getting used to, I meowed and scratched at the air. As you can imagine this didn’t help to remove that look of confusion from her face…quite the opposite actually.
    “You have to be careful, that viper is likely to strike without you even knowing it,” Ranka said watching Stateira like a hawk as she swaggered back to her corner.
    “I am not worried about defending myself against petty spoilt brats,” I told her but obviously I wasn’t taking this seriously enough, for she gripped my forearm and spun me around to face her.
    “I am not talking about her attacking you, I am talking about her stabbing you in the back, poisoning your food or slitting your throat whilst you sleep.” My eyes widened in surprise.
    “She wants to kill me?!” I hissed stepping closer to her.
    “Of course she does. In her eyes you stand to take her place as favourite and potentially as queen, for she is not blind,” Ranka said and I frowned, not understanding what she meant. I looked down at myself only to see someone who looked as though I had fought my way through a desert and the desert had mostly won.
    “Open your eyes Chosen and tell me what you see,” Ranka said tipping her chin back to the room. I turned around but still couldn’t see what she spoke of.
    “I don’t under…”
    “Look at the girls,” she told me and I did as she suggested. They were all beautiful and most were exotic without even trying to be. With their long dark locks smoothed to a high shine or pinned red curls over flowing floaty veils or…wait, why was there no…
    “Blondes …there are no blondes,” I said frowning at the room before facing Ranka once more in complete shock.
    “No, there are none and those girls know it too. You are the first golden haired girl to be chosen and by the King himself, when in the past he has strictly forbidden girls to be chosen with this hair colour by Parmida… now can you see why you hold such a threat?” Ranka said and I looked back seeing that all eyes were on me which only managed to strengthen Ranka’s words of warning. I couldn’t answer her but I didn’t need to as my look said it all.
    “Great, so I have been thrown to the wolves dressed in silk veils… perfect.”   I think I could officially say my situation had just got worse. So just to recap, I was in a foreign country, over two thousand years in the past, without my friends, where Draven had no clue who I was and somehow I had to get him to break one of the biggest supernatural rules and sleep with a human in hopes that he will knock me up so that I could save the world back in my time.
    Oh and let’s not forget now trying to survive getting lynched by a room full of jealous beauties. Beauties who probably had vials of poison stashed away in their cleavages and knives sewn under their tasselled pillows! Great, well no pressure Keira, I thought mentally shaking my head.
    It was at that point I would have liked to retire from the position of Electus, move to the Swiss Alps and become a goat herder…surely those guys had a peaceful life…right? Well it must be better than watching yourself being surrounded by a group of ancient beauticians who looked as though they could also beat up a rugby team because that was what was happening to me now.
    “We have a lot of work to do but I want her stripped and bathed so I can see what damage I am working with!” Parmida said circling around me like a vulture that was interested in dressing my meat not eating it.
    “I want her separated from the rest, Parmida,” Ranka warned, only Parmida just waved a hand around and said,
    “Yes, yes.” But thankfully this wasn’t good enough for