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I almost laughed. “Ok, fair, but let me finish. What I’m trying to say is that yes, you have made bad choices up until now. Exhibit A,” I said, gesturing to myself and he rolled his eyes. “But you can make the choice to do better, now. It’s not too late, Rycon, to make a change.
“The fact that you’re even sitting here, telling me that you realize you make shitty decisions is a good indicator to me that you have the potential to do better. So, choose to do better. I don’t think you should yield tomorrow. That would just be another version of the same shitty choice you have been making over and over again. It would just be you running, as you always do, from your responsibilities.
“Fight K’yen, prove to him and Rhyalla that you deserve to be Rhoan. But then, be Rhoan. Make decisions based on the well-being of the people that you are responsible for. Stop making them based on what gives you immediate gratification.”
Rycon was staring at me, and I could tell he was really thinking about what I had said. After a few moments, he finally nodded.
“I take it back, Kitten. Maybe you are good at this.”
I smiled at him. “Not just a hat rack my friend,” I joked, tapping the side of my head. He rolled his eyes.
“That was lame as fuck.” Though he was smiling now. I shrugged.
“What are you doing here anyway?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with your daemon friends at the pyre?”
I scowled. “I didn’t feel like dancing.” It was a waste of time trying to lie to him, especially with the bond open.
“I see,” he said, his mouth twitched. “Well, you’re being an idiot. I don’t personally understand why, but the Prince of Pricks is obsessed with you. I could parade a whole army of sexy female shifters in front of him and he would only have eyes for you.”
I snorted. “Shut up.”
He shrugged. “You know it’s true. I can’t lie to you.”
As if summoned by our conversation, the hot scent of cinnamon filled the air. I turned, to see Amon manifest behind us, his face a stony mask. Rycon glanced over his shoulder at Amon and rolled his eyes again.
“And… that’s my cue,” he said by way of parting. He dropped the considerable distance out of the tree, landing deftly on the ground, before strolling off towards the pyre, leaving me alone with Amon.
“Hello, Raven.” The Dark Prince greeted me, and my heart skipped a beat.
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I stood up and pushed past him. I didn’t really have a plan of where I intended to go. I just wanted to get away from him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“Would you like to explain to me, why you shadow walked away from Kasha without telling anyone where you were going?” His voice was dangerously soft. He was pissed.
Well. So was I.
I yanked my arm out of his grip.
“It’s not like you care. Why don’t you go back to dance with your new girlfriend?” I snapped, my temper getting the better of me. He frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you with that female.” I growled at him. “You looked like you were enjoying the view. I figured I would just get out of your way so you two could…dance. And do whatever else it was she was inviting you to do.”
His eyebrows rose. “That’s why you left? You were jealous of that shifter that asked me to dance?”
“I was not jealous,” I seethed, but his entire demeanor had shifted from angry, to amused.
“It sounds like you were jealous.” His mouth curled up at the corner and his gaze darkened. He allowed his eyes to slowly roam down my body, taking in the vast amount exposed skin. “Which is interesting, considering Kasha told me that you both were approached by some males on your way in.”
Fuck. I would have to give Kasha shit later for snitching us out. Amon stepped closer to me, that small smile on his face growing increasingly devilish, the more his eyes roamed.
“I can’t say I blame them. How could they not? When you’re looking like that.” His voice was low and full of dark intention. I took a step back for every step forward he took. Next thing I knew, my back was against the large trunk of the Kapok tree, and I had nowhere else to go.
“I look stupid,” I said, and his eyes flashed.
“Now, why would you say something like that?”
