“Can I make you anything?” Medusa asked. “A nice hot drink?”
“Any beer?”
She sauntered into the kitchen. “Let me check the fridge.”
I joined her for a look, curious to know what a vampire stocked, apart from blood.
There were eight bottles of beer in the fridge, along with a block of cheese, a tub of butter, and a bottle of champagne.
Interesting.
In one of the cupboards, we found a box of teabags, a jar of coffee, some sugar cubes, and a packet of ginger biscuits.
Yuck to the ginger. My kingdom for a slab of caramel shortbread, which wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Here you go.” Medusa handed me a beer and a bottle opener.
“Thanks.” The fizzy pop of the cap coming off was music to my ears, the cold pour down my throat heavenly. “Ah. So good.”
She joined me, taking a gulp. “Agreed.”
We clinked bottles in a cheers.
Who was the champagne for? A lover? Elio, maybe? After all, he was the king’s favorite thrall. A fellow elf who’d tried shooting me, clearly jealous of my proximity to Silvanus.
I guess after tonight he did have something to resent me for.
Not so favorite anymore, huh?
Wait. No, he didn’t! In fact, I should encourage the king to return his desires to Elio again. Leave me out of it, pretty please, pangs of my own jealously be dammed.
“If it’s any consolation, he only brought Elio here once,” Medusa said.
Huh? Did she read that on my face? “Why are you telling me that?”
She shrugged, swigging her beer.
Damn her insight.
“Okay, shower time,” I announced, heading back for the stairs.
“Enjoy, sugar.”
“Thanks.”
Upstairs, I found more of the same décor and flowers. I greeted them, my mood brightening in their presence.
The bathroom was white and green tiled, and I was happy to see towels and soap there, as well as a toilet. Phew. I really needed to pee.
After taking a leak, I inspected the bedroom. The room only had one bed facing the window, and a small wardrobe. What an awesome view to fall asleep or wake up to.
Kind of romantic, too.
I placed my beer on the bedside table and sat on the green bedspread, wondering if he’d fucked Elio here. Lying back, I put my hand on my crotch.
“I bet he did,” I mumbled.
My dick fluttered.
