Little by little after I returned to the ship, the pain is coming back in my head, and now the sounds of voices are seeping in. Kerr is sleeping next to me.

He was holding me tightly to him, and I fell asleep easily. I suppose he got uncomfortable while we slept and he moved away from me. I think that’s when the voices began.

There’s something about Kerr and his touch that keeps the craziness at bay. But he’s sleeping fitfully, upset about his father no doubt.

The King is a man with many secrets I am sure. There is probably a very good reason why whoever it is that’s taken over Euthenia wants him dead.

I can’t help wondering why I do, though. I think he’s arrogant, egotistical, a control freak, and a pompous ass. But I don’t wish him dead.

But some part of me does. The part I’m not completely aware of. The part that has me doing things I never knew I was capable of. The part I have no real control over.

I sit up on the bed and look over at the pink drink on the table and hold out my hand. It comes to it, and I hold out my other hand, and the little glass that sat beside it comes into that one.

After taking a small shot of the liquid which quells the pain in my head, I try something new. Sending the empty glass back to the table and it goes right back with ease. The pink drink filled decanter is heavier though, and I’m unsure about it.

I concentrate on it, and it lifts out of my hand. As I look to where I want it to go, it makes its way back to the table. It’s amazing to me that I can do this.

What’s more amazing is I never knew it before. Kerr tosses violently, and his hand hits my side as he does. He’s mumbling, and his face is pinched.

I lean over and kiss his cheek. His eyes fly open.

“What are you doing!” he asks in a harsh tone.

“Kissing my sweet husband. Do you know where he went?” I ask as I run my hand over his cheek.

He blinks a few times and then shakes his head. “Sorry. I was dreaming. And nothing nice.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask as I lean back and pull him to me, cradling him to my chest and stroking his hair.

“I don’t know what to do Kataline. I have to protect my father. But doing that, I’ll be putting my life on the line, and I have you and our baby to consider now. It’s just too difficult to know what the right thing is to do.” His hand runs over my stomach in gentle trails.

“I wish I had the answer.” I leave a kiss on top of his head.

“I wish you did too. I wish someone had the right answer.” He sits up and looks at me. “What if I dropped my father off on another planet? I wonder if that would get us back home with no bloodshed.”

“I’m not sure, Kerr. You said they told you not to defend him. That is a form of defending him. It’s hiding him away. That might be considered treason to whoever the new ruler is.” I take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “You should talk to your father about trying to plead for mercy.”

“It doesn’t sound like he’ll be given that chance. I was told to make sure he couldn’t leave the ship after all.” His fingers trail over my collarbone, and then up to my lips, he traces the cupid’s bow of my top lip. “Damn it, woman, you take my attention from all things, including my father’s predicament.”

I smile and pull his finger between my lips and suck it. His eyes light up, and he tosses the blanket back revealing his excitement for me.

My fingertips touch the tip of his erection, I lick my lips and then look up at him. He gives me a nod of approval, and I lean down to taste my Prince.

My mouth glides over the massive member as it fills my mouth entirely. His moan of pleasure has my insides quivering. Moisture pools inside me as I pull him into my mouth as far as I can and then push myself to take him all in.

His hand on the back of my head presses a bit, and I push him past the back of my throat. His moan grows louder, and his hands run through my hair, and he fists it as the moan turns into a low and steady growl.

I wrap both hands around it, to move up and down him as I make long, slow strokes, taking him in deeper than ever before. The way he feels in my mouth is a mixture of hard and silky and it intoxicates me.

He moves my head faster, and I taste a little bit of him as he starts to climax. But he pulls me away from him before that happens. I’m nearly breathless with excitement when he pulls me up and tosses me to my hands and knees.

His long fingers grip my hips, and he holds me still while he thrusts his hard and long cock into me. I moan as he fills me entirely. “You like that, baby?” he asks with a snarl to his deep voice. “You like how I stretch you to fit me?”

“Um, hm….” I moan as he moves in and out with slow, but deep strokes.

His hips touch my ass when he moves into me, and it tingles with energy where he touches it. Everywhere he touches me sends sparks shooting through me.

The slapping of our bodies fills my ears as he thrusts harder and harder into me. Little eruptions begin inside me and get harder and harder until I’m screaming his name and falling apart around him.

With one loud groan, he slams into me one last time and sends his heated juices into me. Our panting is now all I can hear as we both catch our breaths.

He eases me down and lies beside me. His hand runs over my back. “I love you, Kataline.”

“I will always love you, Kerr.”

I roll over to lie on my back and turn my head to look at my husband. His eyes are clear and full of love. The worry in them over his father is gone. For now, anyway.

How I wish I could help him. Take away his pain and anguish over his father. I close my eyes as a pain stabs my brain, and the voice that is always the loudest fills my head.

“You will do as I tell you to, Kataline. You will kill the King!”

“Please stop,” I murmur.

Kerr’s hand moves over my temple. “Shh. Rest, Baby.”

“You will kill the King on my command!” the voice tells me. “Or you will be destroyed, Kataline. I have the power to destroy you.”

Perhaps I should allow that.

Perhaps I should be destroyed.