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they
were not only surviving, but flourishing! Her eyes narrowed on the females
standing beside Marcus and Tegan Murin . Tambra Ellis, Pure Blood Lycan and vampire, held a protective hand against a belly growing large with child. And Kyra Navarone . Amari’s lips
thinned with distaste. The mixed breed abomination half Atlantean and half falcon shifter should never have been allowed to live.
    They were a
constant reminder of how her army of ferals failed
her, unable to eliminate them, and they only brought her ire up another notch.
She took a deep breath soothing her irritation with the knowledge that soon she
would be in a position to see Atlantis destroyed and the meddlesome Enforcers
fall. She allowed a slow smile to form on her lips, pleased with the image of
this city in rubble. All her careful plotting would come to fruition, and her
second step in complete world domination was within reach. And she would rule
with her beloved half-sister, freeing her from the dark underworld of the Unseelie .
    Nothing would
stop her from her goal. Her army of ferals effectively cut down the number of Enforcers left in the world. Her strike
against the Tribunal a little over a year ago had crippled the Enforcers
severely. With no leadership, the Tribunal’s elite warriors were lost. With no
laws to enforce they were leaderless and soon would be nothing but a footnote
in the history books.
      She would take great pleasure grinding them
under her heels. Nothing like complete, absolute power to
give a girl the warm fuzzies .
    “Plotting
something unpleasant, thia ?
If so I must warn you I will not be pleased to clean up your mess.”
    The deep,
decidedly male tone pulled Amari from her thoughts, and she turned toward Ja’mel , his sharp gaze penetrating as he studied her. Her
nephew saw too much these days, something she would be forced to remedy sooner
rather than later. The idea brought a pleasant pressure to her chest. She
looked forward to the day.
    Amari shot him a
dazzling smile. “I am not plotting anything, anipsiós .” She lied smoothly. “Just concerned over our beloved Laris . Seems she will be awaiting her new husband for a while longer to join her in
their room. I have taken great care to tutor her in how to keep her male
content.” She kept her body relaxed as she meet his glare head on, baiting him,
knowing full well how he felt about the union between his little sister and the
son of the Atlantean king.
      Ja’mel glared but
refused to react to her taunts as he handed her a chilled glass of honey mead.
“You seem too happy. Tell me what you are up to, thia . I know your scheming ways
well enough to be wary.”
    She raised the
glass to her lips, studying Ja’mel over the rim of
her glass. A dark brow rose, waiting for an answer. Oh, no this would never do. She’d
spent too long to have anyone, even blood, get in her way and he would never
see the brilliance of her plans. She needed to divert his attention or kill
him. She would prefer diversion of course; she reminded herself, no killing of
family members yet.
    But
soon.
    “Now, anipsiós , I admit
this feels wrong. Our two races have been at war for so long it is hard to
embrace so much change. To think of our little Laris married to the king’s son, forced to live amongst our enemy, is very hard to
take.”
    Ja’mel barked out a
harsh laugh. “Our ‘little’ Laris can handle herself.
As for the Atlanteans and our long-standing war, it
is time to settle aggressions. We can do much to improve both of our people’s
lives if we are not at each other’s throats. I should be the one to marry for
political reasons, not Lari .”
    “As you say, it
will just take getting used to.” She agreed with just a touch of subservience. Just enough to irritate without stepping out of line. “Our Laris has always been more the diplomat than the warrior.
Perhaps she will turn out to be the better choice.”
    His eyes
narrowed, obviously not liking her barb, and she gave