Page 11 of Veiled Vixen

CHAPTER TWO - VALOR

Tycho is taken out, and while that’s happening I think I lose time. I might even throw up in my mouth a little too. Surely she isn’t serious. She can’t be serious. Hasn’t everyone been saying all along that Cygnian princesses have fertility problems?

How does one fake silver princess get pregnant?

Oh, God. Was she fucking me in my sleep?

I turn around and grab my stomach, that’s how sick this makes me.

“I know. It’s a miracle,” she coos.

I gather myself and turn around. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Veila smiles at me with a sigh. It’s a long sigh. One of those contented sighs. And are her cheeks just a little bit flushed?

Normally Veila is pale. It’s a good look for her, don’t get me wrong. She is ice princess sexbot-hot all day long. But right now she’s got a pink glow to her. Her normally silver hair is more the color of a warm sun than a white supernova. It makes her diamond-encrusted gown look classy and regal instead of cutting-edge sharp.

It softens her. Maybe. Just a little.

The drink, I realize. It must be tushberries or some other such fruit that regenerates the flux inside the Cygnian princesses. She is recharging.

Which is all I need. Sun-fucked gods, come save me now. Please.

“Listen,” Veila says, leaning forward a little. “I get it. I do. You have your loyalties and they’ve got nothing to do with me. Fine. So be it. But this is bigger than you, Valor. This is bigger than any one person.”

“Except for you,” I scoff. “You, for whatever reason, seem to think that you’re the center of the fucking universe.”

She tips her head down but I catch a tight smile on her face before it’s obscured by some long, artfully-arranged tendrils of hair that fall forward. “This isn’t about me.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Really? Because from where I’m standing every bad fucking thing that’s happened to us in the past year has been about you. You’re the one who was stealing Corla—”

“Serpint stole Corla. She was with me.”

“You’re the one who sent Delphi to kidnap Jimmy—”

“I asked Delphi to bring him to me for a reason, Valor. And if Delphi had done her job none of this would be happening.”

“You’re the one who sent Brigit to trap Tray—”

“I sent Brigit to Tray because they are meant to be together. I did him a favor. And he got to shape her all these years. She is truly, one hundred percent his now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Are you really trying to make yourself into the good guy?”

It’s her turn to scoff. “There are no good guys. But I’m certainly not the worst villain out there, that’s for sure.”

“Right.” I laugh. “Well, you’re the only one who shows up time, after time, after time to ruin our lives.”

“I’m as much a victim of circumstances as you are.”

“Oh, please!” Now I actually guffaw and shake my head. “Well, I might have two cocks but you, Veila? You’ve got two sets of giant Akeelian balls if you’ve talked yourself into believing that absurd twist of reality.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You are not,” I insist. Because it can’t be true. It cannot be true. If she’s pregnant… well, I don’t know what happens next, but from the way everyone is trying to stop her from getting pregnant, it just can’t be good.

She shrugs and leans back into the cushions, pulling her legs up and arranging them to the side, then takes another long sip of the pink drink.

She glows this time.