“A simplenowould’ve sufficed,” he called out.
Alexei ignored him and beelined for the general, his wings disappearing like they were never there. “The Shard Field, Ronen?” He looked to either side of him, then back at the forest of black, spindly trees. “I don’t see the king anywhere, so should I expect to become pulverized male-meat soon?”
The general crossed his arms. “We don’t need the king.”
“Right, because you can scare off Veil Forest’s wind and prevent a Shard Storm from taking us out. Sorry, I must’ve missed your coronation,” Alexei remarked, exaggerating a bow.
“We don’t need the king because we have Lucille.”
My brows shot up. “Me?”
“Her? The innocent Nephilim who can’t handle her alcohol, let alone a ten-mile run?” He flashed me an apologetic smile. “No offense, beautiful.”
I glared back at him. “Offense taken.”
Oliver snorted, brushing off his bottom and joining our circle.
“Don’t get me wrong. You’re improving. But that doesn’t change the fact that only the King of Hell can prevent Shard Storms. He holds the power over the Glaciation Circle.”
“So does his daughter.” He gestured toward me. “Lucille.”
I shot the general a look that said,What the hell?
“Bullshit.” Alexei glanced between me, the general, and Oliver, acting like he was waiting for the punchline.
The general side-eyed me and nodded toward Alexei. “Show him.”
“Lucifer—”
“Wants you to have extra protection. Alexei’s my second and trustworthy.”
“Yeah, Luce, show him what you got. Encase him in ice,” Oliver urged, rubbing his ass.
I shook my head but sank into my Infernus, plucking the cord of ice. The whisper came, then the itches, and a second later, purple flame swallowed my hand. Slowly, an icicle the size of a carrot formed in the center of the flames. It took little effort.
“Happy?” I asked them, showing off the icicle.
“No,” Oliver grumbled.
Alexei’s eyes sparkled, his grin widening while he gazed at my hand. “I’m more than intrigued, beautiful.”
Oliver crossed his arms and shook his head to the sky.
“Stop being salty, Nephilim. I’m sure there are plenty of other males who’d want you to join in on theirplaytime. I’m sorry I don’t like dick.” Alexei plucked the icicle from my hand and tossed it at Oliver. “But if you’re so lonely…”
Oliver glared at Alexei as it hit his chest and plopped onto the snowy ground.
“It’s the size, isn’t it? Maybe our beautiful princess can make you a bigger one.”
The general and I shared a confused glance, clearly missing some conversation they’d had earlier.
“Or maybe you could get over the performance issues you talked about and try it out. You know what they say—it’s not the size of the dagger, it’s the way you wield it,” Oliver said with furrowed brows and a slight frown, nodding toward Alexei’s groin.
The general snorted.
Alexei’s face flushed. “Trust me, Nephilim. There is no issue with its size or my performance.” He returned his attention to me, a flirty smile dancing on his lips. “Lucille, beautiful, would you give me the honor of proving the Nephilim wrong tonight?”
I quirked a brow. “Oh, so now you know I’m the Princess of Hell, you want me in your bed?”
