I needto show you something,I said, engaging my mental link with Typhos.
What is it?His mental voice sounded tired, probably from the show he’d just put on in the amphitheater. Or maybe his exhaustion stemmed from having to host these games for his men. He didn’t want to hold these trials, but his need to satisfy his loyal subjects trumped his own desires.
Typhos was a notoriously fair leader, and he cared about the fae under his protection.
And they wanted brides.
So Typhos would give them brides.
Az?he prompted when I didn’t immediately reply, his impatience evident.
A talisman,I told him.
From the girl?he guessed.
She was wearing it, yes. But it’s the energy signature I think you’re going to find interesting,I informed him.
I see,he replied after a beat.I’m in my quarters.
I’m heading that way already.Because I knew he would run back there at his first chance of escape. The Hell Fae King might have run the opening ceremony, but he had no interest in attending the lavish affair afterward. He was only doing all this to appease his men, not himself.
Typhos Lucifer did not want a bride. He craved peace. And to achieve that, he needed to appease the men who all worshipped him like a god.
To become a Hell Fae, the source had to accept the abomination into the inner circle. And for whatever reason, the source rarely accepted women.
Which had created an abundance of male Hell Fae.
And very few female mates.
These trials would fix that—assuming Typhos’s games properly prepared the recruits for the Hell Fae Source.
The woman I’d just left in Ajax’s cell seemed like a suitable candidate. She hadwarriorwritten all over that feisty face of hers.
She was strong-willed. Utterly gorgeous.
Not that I would admit my interest to anyone.
Still, I’d probably enjoy a taste eventually. Likely together with Ajax. Having her between the two of us had been undeniably interesting, and there hadn’t even been any real touching involved.
I suspected I knew what had Ajax so distracted now. Perhaps he wanted to keep her for himself. A notion that had me picturing her bent over with Ajax taking her from behind.
That’d be a hot view.
Of course, Number Sixty-Six had cheated. And that was a problem.
Ignorance was no excuse. Someone had given her a talisman boasting a very specific type of enchantment, magic capable of being crafted by only a handful of fae.
Someone powerful.
And he hadn’t even tried to hide his energy signature.
Which meant he wanted to be discovered.
Little trickster, I mused, shaking my head.Always playing games.
All I had to do now was prove my hunch.
Or let Typhos handle it for me.
