The Queen of All That Lives (The Fallen World Book 3) by Laura Thalassa Read Free Book Online Page B

surprise. So she knows to some extent that she’s famous. I barely have time to process that before she continues.
    “What, exactly, do people expect of me?” she asks.
    Serenity says this like she’s actually considering doing something to meet their expectations.
    I turn from the screen.
    “They see you as a figure who fights for freedom,” I say. “I imagine, if presented with the real woman, they’d expect you to do exactly that.”
    “They want me to end the war,” she clarifies.
    I hide my surprise once more. How much does Serenity know? And who told her? My men? Those on camera? The situation is already spiraling out of my control.
    “I think that’s safe to assume,” I say carefully.
    This is history repeating itself. The instant Serenity’s back in the game, people want to play her.
    My enemies will either try to capture her or kill her. They’ve obviously tried to do so already. And there are so many enemies.
    The prospect leaves me short of breath. All those reasons I left Serenity deep in the ground come rising up. There she was safe. Awake, she has a target on her back.
    “Well then,” she says, breaking my reverie, “that makes this simple: you and I are going to end this war.”

Chapter 8
    Serenity
    The vein in the king’s temple begins to throb.
    It’s pretty blasé of me to just announce this like Montes hasn’t been trying to do the very thing for the last century. I also don’t mention that ending the war and winning it are two very different things.
    The bastard obviously doesn’t like my idea. But just when I think he’s going to put up some sort of fight, he nods slowly.
    Those dark eyes of his gleam, and I worry that whatever he’s agreed to is somehow different from what I’ve proposed. That terrible mouth curls up into a terrible smile the longer we lock eyes, and that terrible face I feared for so long—I’m going to have to deal with it until this is finished.
    I’m seriously concerned that I’m getting played at this very moment.
    “Tomorrow, we’ll begin,” he says, picking his words carefully.
    I stare at him a beat longer, then it’s my turn to nod. “Alright.”
    The tension between us evaporates when Montes extends an elbow. “Dinner?”
    I huff out a laugh and shake my head. I walk away from the king and his elbow. We are so far beyond chivalry.
    In a few long strides he’s caught up with me.
    He places a hand on the small my back as we exit the room.
    “You will lose that hand if you keep touching me,” I say, not looking over at him.
    “You’ve always liked my hands too much to do them any harm,” he says, but drops his hold anyway.
    “I don’t like much of anything about you right now,” I say.
    As of today, I finally, truly begin to understand my father’s lessons on diplomacy. Sometimes you have to ally with your enemies for a higher cause. That means not throttling Montes, despite the almost overwhelming urge to do so.
    “We’ll see how long you say that,” he says.
    You know what? Fuck diplomacy, and fuck this.
    Even as I swivel towards Montes my arm snaps out. My knuckles slam into his jaw, and even though they’re already ripped up and even though his face is already bruised and swollen, the hit is incredibly satisfying.
    He stumbles back, clutching his jaw.
    “You can wait another hundred and four years for me to like you, asshole. It still won’t be long enough. Just be happy I didn’t kill you when I had a chance.”
    That dangerous glint enters his eyes as he rubs his jaw. He closes the distance between us until chest brushes mine.
    “Yes, about that,” he says, his head dipping low. “You didn’t kill me when you could’ve. I wonder why that is,” he muses, his gaze searching mine.
    “One massacre was enough for the day,” I say.
    He leans in even closer, bending his head so his lips brush my ear. “You can say it or not, but you and I both know the truth.” He straightens enough to look me in the eye. “You can’t