A rush of anger flowed through her all Anastasia wanted was to tear the two of them apart. She took a step forward but Darla held her hand and pulled her back. "Don't!" she whispered sharply.
Kaizan's face was buried in the crook of Tamara's neck. His hands were on both the sides of the priestess, caging her. His chest was heaving audibly. "I told you to stay away from me Tamara," he growled. He seemed to be in a wild mood. His claws and fangs had lengthened.
Tamara's chest was going up and down and she had her fingers threaded in his hair. "Why don't you give in to me?" she cooed. "It would be so much better for you." Her hand slowly slid to his neck and she stroked him there. "Don't you want me? Hmm?"
Kaizan pounded the wall with his fist on the right. Splinters flew and Tamara tilted her head towards his side. "Stop doing this," he growled.
"Kaizan, I have spent so much time amongst the nobles and know how they operate things, how they work with each other and what are their nerves, which when pressed would make them do the work. Trust me, if you just give in to me, you are going to be so much more powerful. You are already bound to the Crown Prince. Imagine all the power that I come with. Can you taste it?" she said in a calm voice that was like a cool wind over the senses. The silver circlet caught the glint of an overhead chandelier and it sparkled.
Anastasia heard them with wide eyes. She pressed her hands to her lips to stop herself from making a sound. However, she wondered that if Darla was able to sniff Kaizan, couldn't Kaizan smell them? It didn't make sense.
"I have my spies everywhere in this kingdom and others," continued Tamara. "I have a very strong foothold everywhere. This is what I wanted to be and I have succeeded," she said, sounding like some vicious villain.
"I already said that I don't want to be a part of your sick plans or schemes or whatever political things you are interested in," Kaizan retorted and faced her with fierce black eyes.
"That is also fine, Kaizan," purred Tamara. Her one hand reached his hair that had flopped over his forehead and the other on his chest. She brushed his hair back lovingly with a lustful look in her eyes and said, "You don't have to be a part of those plans. Just stay with me, by my side, for you already know how much I want you. I have never been able to forget you…" She stood on her toes to reach his lips and was about to kiss him when he curled his hand around her neck and pushed her back roughly to pin her against the wall.
"Tamara!" he shouted. "Stay within your limits witch!"
She smiled as a gasp left her. She seemed turned on by the man in front of him as she wedged her leg between his thighs. "My limits will be defined by you Kaizan. Take me, collar me, make me your pet or be my pet. We will do anything you want to do. Please don't keep me waiting."
Kaizan's hand around her neck tightened. "Get out of my head Tamara or else I will end up murdering you and then I don't care if I am thrown in prison."
Her face had become red for the want of air. She said in a hoarse voice with a smile that he wanted to smother, "Why go to the prison when all you have to do is please me? I don't mind if you have more lovers, Kaizan. I am so busy with my work, but come to me when I need you!" She pressed her leg between his thighs.
"Fuck you!" Kaizan said, his voice thickening with anger. "You really are something. A High Priestess? Huh?" The sting of distaste in his words was amply clear. His face was red as he fought against his own mind. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his face. His body trembled a little. "I am yet to see someone as abominable as you are," he hissed. "Get out of here before I actually kill you!" he said and suddenly left her. He sank down on his knees and covered his face with his hands. "Leave!"
As soon as he left her neck, Tamara sucked in a sharp breath and started coughing while leaning against the wall. When she settled, she placed her hands on his head, grabbed his hair and said, "Give in to my demands, K—"
"Leave him or I will throw you in prison!"
Anastasia's voice from the corner of the corridor made Tamara jump. She looked at the fae princess with wide eyes. "Anastasia!" Tamara said in a voice that was filled with shock. She saw Darla coming out from behind her and then the royal guards who flanked the two women. "I was just—"
"Get out of his head," Anastasia cut her off in a voice so cold that Tamara trembled.
"I am not—"
"Get out now."
The High Priestess gulped and she removed her hands from his head. She swallowed her saliva down her throat. Her veil was in a mess and her clothes were all crumpled. Nervous as hell, Tamara's eyes darted between Darla and Anastasia. She licked her lips and then started to leave when Anastasia ordered her guards, "Escort the High Priestess to the east wing where she will remain hostage till, I want. If she tries to step out of her room, you have my permission to throw her in the prison!"
"Anastasia, are you mad?" Tamara said, giving her an incredulous look. "You need my presence. The queen has asked me to be with you."
"Right now, my friend needs me more," Anastasia snarled. She could sense that Tamara was slowly withdrawing her hold on Kaizan. A thin wisp of white smoke wriggled out of Kaizan's ear and he fell back, unconscious.
"Kaizan!" Darla shouted and rushed to him along with a guard. They picked him up and dragged him inside the room.
The other guards immediately pointed their spears at Tamara.
"You are making a big mistake, Anastasia!" Tamara snapped. "You will regret it."
Anastasia walked to Tamara and slapped her hard across the face. Stunned, Tamara held her stinging cheek. Anastasia's wings rustled behind her with anger. "And you think you will get away with all this? How dare you threaten me? Not only am I the wife of your crown prince, I am the heir of Vilinski. And who are you?" Her eyes turned violet and magic thrummed in her chest, wanting to come out and destroy the fake woman in front of her. Coupled with what she was doing to him, and Lilette's lies, Kaizan's loyalty was in question. "Take her now!" Anastasia almost shouted forcing her magic to pull back in her chest.
The High Priestess was visibly shocked. She couldn't even cast her magic to escape for the royal guards were wizards and they had already thrown invisible chains on the witch to shackle her wrists. She was forced to leave with them.
"Ahhhh!" A painful roar made Anastasia stomach plummet.