Akari was sleeping when an alarm sounded, waking her from her nightmare and the ship was suddenly rocked by explosions. Loud ones, coming from above decks and rocking the entire ship—it sounded like an all-out attack, like the end of the world. Something had happened, she thought, to the engines the afternoon before, and the ship hadn’t moved all night. She’d thought they must be working on the engines, but this sounded more like an attack. Had Davos finally caught up with them? The explosions threw her out of bed and made her heart bang loudly in her chest as the sound pierced right through her. She sat up on the floor, disoriented. She had bitten down so hard on her tongue when she fell that it brought blood. She could taste it in her mouth and gagged a little, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The door to his her was suddenly flung open and three swarthy looking men crowded in, dressed in brightly colored clothing with strips of cloth wrapped around their head
Akari sleepily rubbed her eyes and sat up. She blinked rapidly as she looked around, trying to remember what happened and figure out where she was. Her whole body jolted as she remembered and her eyes searched the room once more. She looked for Nikolai but she was all alone. Had it all been some kind of cruel dream then? Had she only imagined seeing Nikolai? Her heart beat more rapidly at the thought. But before she could work herself into a full-blown panic attack, the door slid open and Nikolai stepped in. When he saw that Akari was awake, he stopped short just inside the door and leaned back against it, folding his arms over his chest. “Nikolai …” Akari said breathlessly, holding out her arms to him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and if this was some kind of crazy dream, then she didn’t want to ever wake up. “It’s true then. I didn’t imagine it. You’re alive—you’re actually here!” Nikolai didn’t reply, just stared at her with that cold, distant look on his face. Akari dr
Akari was exhausted, but what else was new? It seemed like sehe’d been tired and drained and sick like this forever. Pushing her hair back out of her eyes, she faced her tormentors again. They had come in while she was moving the food around on her breakfast tray. It was cold now, but that really didn’t matter much, as she hadn’t planned on eating it anyway. “For the hundredth time, I didn’t have anything to do with the plot against the prince. You can keep asking if you want to, but you’ll get the same answer.” “Colonel Kingston,” one of the big Werewolves said, his voice low and menacing. “We have all the proof we need, you know. You and your fellow conspirators will face judgement from the king soon.” There were three interrogators, two young ones and this older man who faced him now. Always the same ones and always the same questions, over and over. How long have you been a member of FeRes? Was her father, the President, aware that she was in FeRes? Is she planning to assassi
Akari flushed as the words came out of her mouth—all she’d been doing since she got here was asking for Nikolai but it was such a terrible lie and they both knew it. Nikolai folded his arms across his broad chest and glared at her. “I’m having the servants bring you a tray and you’re going to eat every bite of food on it.” Akari raised his chin. “No I’m not.” “Yes, you will!” “No!” Nikolai growled at her and took a step forward. But Akari stood her ground, even though Nikolai ureally was pretty impressive. “Then I’ll beat you.” “Go ahead. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of any of you.” “Then why are you trembling?” “Fuck you, that’s why!” A ridiculous response, and Akari knew it as soon as the words left her mouth. She⁷e backed up putting the table between them. “Leave me alone, Nikolai. I mean it! Just leave me in peace.” “Don’t you think I wa
They came for her the next morning. The servant had been in earlier and brought her fresh clothing. Dark trousers and fitted shirt she used to wear under her long uniform jacket. They had forgotten her boots though, so she wore the soft, black slippers she usually wore under her dress robes. And as she washed her face that morning, she hardly recognized the woman she's seeing in the mirror. Nikolai was right—she’d lost weight and looked tired and thin. Her cheekbones were more prominent than usual and her eyes looked haunted. Most of the bruising at her temple was already gone, though. Since she was captured, no one had laid a hand on her, though she thought the investigators were dying to beat her and force a confession. Two young guards came to her door soon after she got dressed and “escorted” her to the main part of the palace, if by escort, it meant to be practically dragged along by her arms as their much longer legs ate up the distance between her room and the king’s throne r
Really, what was the point of having a plan if things never went according to it? A week ago, three weeks to be exact after leaving Werewolf Kingdom and arriving back on America she’d awakened to find herelf desperately ill. She’d barely made it to the bathroom in time to lose the entire contents and what felt like the lining of her stomach. After thirty minutes of puking her guts out, she finally made it back to bed, feeling like she might be dying and kind of hoping she would if this kept up. And couldn't help but wondered if she had picked up some exotic stomach virus and rolled, moaning, to her side to hug her pillow until she finally managed to go back to sleep. She woke up hours later feeling…surprisingly okay. She was thirsty and hungry, even, but the nausea was mostly gone, and she felt good considering she’d been so sick when she first woke up that morning. Deciding to take it easy and work from her room she’d done just that and felt good all day until along about early ev
Akari wondered how difficult it would be to sneak away and run away far, far away from the Sechuan's, the Federation's Central Command and pretty much everything and everyone she knew. She was still stuck on this godforsaken city, in the Sechuan consulate, three long days after learning that she was carrying Nikolai's baby and her headlong flight down the town to ask for asylum. Nikolai, along with her father and an entire contingent of Werewolves were supposed to be arriving any time here at Central Command, this same place where she’d first met and married the Bloody Prince. Could it really have been only six months before? She had thought for a while that she would spend the rest of her life with Nikolai, far from everything she’d ever known. She’d been so scared to go to their Kingdom, but in only a few short weeks, Werewolf Kingdom had come to seem like her home—maybe because it had been where Nikolai was and because Akari had fallen so much in love with him when she wasn’t even
The knock that came on her door a few minutes later was loud and insistent. She went to the door, opening it just a crack, but the door was pushed open by a big hand as she was shoved back into the room. “I was wondering why you didn’t notify me directly and immediately that you were going to have my baby,” Nikolai said, even bigger and more arrogant than Akari remembered, as he filled her doorway and crowded into the room, frowning at her. “Well, hello, Nikolai, so nice to see you too.” Nikolai slammed the door closed behind him and turned to face Akari with his arms crossed over his chest. He spoke to her again as if they had already been having a conversation, and it had just been interrupted. “More human foolishness. I never said it was nice to see you.” “No you didn’t. Common courtesy is beyond you. I should have known.” Nikolai narrowed his eyes at her. “Tell me why didn’t you let me know about the child?” “And how exactly was I supposed to do that, Nikolai? I don’t have a