Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

Trust was a liberty that as Kumari, Bae could not afford, especially after the murder of Bae’s mother, the late Kumari.

The Kumari bloodline had to continue regardless of the cost, even if it was the life of someone she loved.

There were only two things that a Kumari should trust; magic and her seven mates.

The race was on for Bae to find and claim her seven mates before she had to defend her realm from an unknown enemy.

With them, she still might not win, but alone she would definitely fail.

Kumari's Kitsune

Oliver couldn't move. He probably ought to run, try and escape, outrun the protectors that were undoubtably surrounding the room at that very moment.


It was a fucking trap and he'd fallen right into it.


He rubbed his hand across his mouth, grinning widely at Arvin, doing his best to hide his disquiet.


"Hello old man," he said with as much arrogance as he could muster given his current situation.


"Hello Oliver," Arvin replied, not moving even an inch.


Oliver would never admit it but even close to death the elder Laoshian was intimidating. Standing stock still, he waited for Arvin to say more and when he didn't, he began to fidget.


"Aren't you going to put me in the dungeons and throw away the key?" he asked, his voice betraying his nerves.


Oliver shrugged his shoulder. "Retribution?"


"I don't think so," Arvin replied thoughtfully. "How about you sit down and tell me everything?"


Chapter 110: Ambushed