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“Why are you so offended?” Abacus shook his head, snorting. “Unless you really do have a tiny dick. I mean, who knows what happened to some of us when we changed.”
Markane snapped his attention to Abacus. “Careful. You’re a lot smaller than me, so I can only imagine how much smaller yours is.”
Abacus waggled his eyebrows. “It’s not what my lovers say. Unless you want to see mine and compare.”
Why did all males, no matter the species, have a large ego when regarding their anatomy?
Victus let go of Markane’s shirt when he pushed back into his seat and slumped, grumbling curses underneath his breath.
Abacus drummed his fingers on the armrest, and then his eyes widened as if he remembered something. “I believe they call this one Little Dove.”
Victus’s long lashes lifted and his eyes rounded as his features twisted. Something about “Little Dove” had him baffled or haunted.
Abacus added, “But from her attitude, we should call her Feathered Bitch. I’m on a roll today.” He clapped. “This is so much fun.”
Victus rose and the room somehow seemed darker, as if taking in his mood. “I’m leaving. Next time, if you’re curious, go see her yourself. Don’t involve me. You’ve wasted my time. Until I figure out what to do with the feathered being, don’t lay a finger on her.”
The sternness in his voice and his pupils dilating caused the other two to lower their heads in submission.
“You’re no fun, Victus.” Markane watched him walk away, not to the door I had entered but behind the curtain.
A secret entrance.
Victus halted and turned halfway. “If you’re bored, go clean up the filth in the tunnel and teach them to be civilized. We’re vampires, not savages. Take some pride in who you are. Soldiers, take the feathered being back to her cage.”
Markane didn’t retort, but he showed exactly how he felt when his fingernails lengthened.
Abacus raised a hand to the soldiers. “Not yet. Victus has forgotten the council wants to see the bird.”
Victus’s shoulders rose and fell. “I need to speak to Nadira, then I need to take care of something. Start the meeting without me.”
As Markane adjusted his tunic, he said, “You might want to put a leash on the little girl. I smell her scent on the bird.”
The little girl. Not daughter or sister, from what Nadira had said. What did she mean to him?
Markane waved a hand at the soldiers. They bowed and grabbed my arms. The one with curly hair pushed me to walk faster. I’d had enough, and the soldiers couldn’t kill me.
Until I figure out what to do with the feathered being, don’t lay a finger on her.
I opened one of my wings and slapped the soldier with curly hair so hard, he went flying across the room and smacked into the wall. Satisfied, I limped toward the door without a glance at the vamps.
Abacus clapped as his cackle filled the room. “Forget the formal meeting. I think I found my entertainment. This is going to be so much fun.”
Chills skidded down my back. What did he have up his sleeve?
Chapter Nineteen
The Council
Evangeline
The soldiers put me back into my cell, and then came back for me later that day. The council wanted to see me. But I hadn’t forgotten Abacus’s words. Forget the formal meeting. I think I found my entertainment. This is going to be so much fun.
Had I read too much into his statement?
I entered an underground circular stadium, much smaller than the one during my almost-execution. The torches hung throughout gave just enough light. The footsteps padding on the stone ground—mine and the guards’—sounded too loud in the quiet as they escorted me to the center of the stadium.
Unless they had meetings at an arena, I had not read too much into his statement. What did Abacus have in mind?
