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“Not today. Especially if you plan on carrying out your desire to free the lions.”
“Then what are we going to do all day?” he whined.
“I’ll take charge of him,” Jude offered. “Give me chance to wash and I’ll take care of him We can play a game.”
“You won’t make me wash will ya?”
“No.”
“Aunt Pol?”
I looked at Jude. Had he ever liked children? “Very well. If you’ve finished your breakfast, go and wash your face and hands and meet Jude in the drawing room.” I wait until he’d gone before rounding on Jude. “What do you mean by offering to look after him?”
“I haven’t been out of that room since I arrived. And.” He scrubbed the back of his neck. “I should start earning my keep around here.”
“Is that why you fucked Puck?” It came out too must like an accusation for my liking.
“Of course you’d notice that. No. We, uh, we neither of us could have predicted that.”
I clenched my jaw. Was it jealousy? Was it anger that these alphas were becoming entangled and I was nothing but some kind of pawn in their game. An omega to be mated to alphas.
“Are you angry about it, Polly?”
I didn’t dare deny for he knew already that I was in a temper about something. “How rude of me enquire in the first place.” I threw my napkin down with force but to very little satisfaction. “Good day to you.”
And to add to the morning’s indignities, I ran straight into Oberon as I attempted to leave.
“I’d like a word with you,” he said, not even sparing a glance for Jude. “Quick. And hopefully pleasant.”
“Fine.” I stormed down the hall and opened the first door on the left. It revealed a small music room with an ancient looking harpsichord crammed into the corner. I had no skill for music and angrily stabbed at the keys. When I heard the door close, I turned, fully aware that I would appear angry. Irrationally, I wanted a fight. One where I could throw something at his head. Maybe put an eye out.
And the violence within me grew as he prowled towards me. Far too close for comfort.
“Little bird, were you going to burst into song for me?” Oberon leant in close, his eyes never leaving mine and caught a lock of my hair to wrap around his finger. Only a lingering madness of my flash heat could explain why I didn’t flinch, pull away.
“I have a terrible singing voice,” I warned him.
“Yes, Well that doesn’t answer my original question. But I did not come here with the intent to talk ditties. The Hell. How’d you like to come tonight?”
“I’d be delighted to join your guests,” I sneered. “Will you keep me in a cage the whole night?”
“Oh, little bird. You are no guest. From tomorrow night you are the mistress of Hell.”
“Mistress of Hell? You think I’ll fall for such flattery?” But I had. He dangled the Hell before me and I snatched the chance with moreeagerness than a child on Solstice morning.
“Yes, especially when you see the gown and jewels you will wear for me. Bring it in!” The door swung open and a footman came in holding a large pink box from a dress maker and another with came with a silver tray and array of velvet boxes. They arranged them on a table, which was too small for the box and tray.
“If you accept, come to my study at half nine, dressed in the gown provided. I’ll allow you to choose which jewels you wish to wear.”
Then he left.
Oh, that man! I’d wear the dress and jewels and to spite him, put on such a show of omegaly devotion that at last I could keep the promise I’d made. Give them everything and then take it away.
“Thank the goddess for the clarity of anger.” I barked a laugh.
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Polly
