A good brownie is never violent.
I’ll burn the world for her.-Arienna
I’mnever coming out of my room again.Not even to kill him.I’mokay withdyingnow.Afterbeing shoved out of his room last night, all I wanted to do was hide in mine.But Jace stepped in front of me, blocking my way, and assured me he had something really important to show me.
Considering how bad of a brownie I’ve been recently, I decided to go with him to get some brownie points tallied on my soul.But his “really important thing”?His “endure a long walkwith a toy vibrating inside youwhileyour clothesarecut open for all to see” important thing?
It was bloody Karl.
Who wasnotan important thing at that moment.Yes, I was happy to see Richard hadn’t killed him, but, like, I could have been told that after I had the pleasure of coming in the privacy of my room.Or at least after I changed clothes.
But instead,Jaceshowed me toKarl.
Richardplayed with all the different frequencies of the toy.
I tried not to come as I listened to Karl’s apology.
But right as he was about to leave, I failed.I camein front of Jace.And my ex.
For the first time ever.
And just like that, all the brownie points I had hoped tocollectinstantly vanished.
Because a good brownie never makes theirsexpartner feel inadequate.They never critiquetheir bed techniques.And they certainly never let them know that all the time they were together, they’dbeenfaking it.I practically told Karl,“thisis what my come face really looks like,dumbass”.
Hewas utterly embarrassed.
I was utterly embarrassed.
Jace walked me back to my rooms with a fucking hard-on and a cocky grin on his face, and I justknowhe’s given a full report to my king.So I am never, ever, ever coming out of my rooms.
Groaning, I shove my pillow over my face.Ugh.If only my freaking waspshad donewhat theyweresupposed to,I wouldn’t be in this mess.Werethey not angryover havingbeenleft alone without much food?They were murderously aggressive to me 80% of the time – on agoodday, and yet, he waltzed in there with his macho chest and his hot, sexy charm, and they just rolled over for him.The slutty bastards.Good riddance they were gone.
Why?Don’t like seeing how theytakeafter mama?
I wince.Then wonder if maybe instead of trying to killhim, I should be killing me.I could give myself a nice, lovely death because the gods know, going to his room tonightisgoing to end in another disaster.
Especially since I still have no idea whereto find some bloody poison.
Fabia!
She’ll know!Jerking upright, I toss my pillow to the side and scramble out of bed.Of course Fabiawillknow.She kills people all the time in her books.How did I not think to ask her before?Probably because you were too busy being seduced by your executioner.
My cheeks hot, I hurry over to my closet and yank open the door.Grabbing a random jumpsuit –this one all black with a purple half-cape off the left shoulder– I start to get dressed so I can go find my friend.Richard’s been holding her as collateral somewhere, but hopefully, I can still figure out a way to see her.
Crossing under the intricately carved archway separating my bedroom from my seating area, I stride towards the door.While I’m afew paces away, a knock soundson it, and Iinstinctively call out, “Come in.”
Only to immediately freeze.Oh gods, what ifthat’shim?
Iscramble back.The idea to hide popsinto existencejustas the door opens.I bolt into action, running towards my bedroom.Tripping over my feet, I tumble forward, hit theedge of thecoffee table in front of the sofa, and then bounce onto the floor.
My cheeks heating, I roll onto my tummy and start to crawl beneath the table.
A firm hand wraps around my ankle and hauls me out.
“Ah!”I really thought I was going to be quick enough.
“Arienna!”Fabia says.“Whatareyou doing?”
