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Breakfast is served two hours later.
It’s already late, but I guess that’s how the rich live; they eat when they want, drink when they want, fuck when they want.
Which is hopefully soon, because I’ve got to get out of here before I’m drowning in pheromones…if that hasn’t already happened.
My suitcases were delivered to my rooms, but they haven’t been unpacked outside of the sex toys—in fact, I don’t think there was any point in me bringing my own clothes. A full Aelyd wardrobe is stocked up in the closet, the fabric shimmering with inner light like what I wore last night. I think it must be some organic material that grows on the planet, bioluminescent rather than fiber-optic. I run my hands over the silky clothes and find that the light responds to my touch, shimmering red.
If I didn’t have ulterior motives for being here, this would be pretty cool. It doesn’t seem all that bad to be an alien princess…unless you’re bothered by the questionable ethics of Aelyd mob bosses.
Which I am, of course. They kidnapped my friend.
I pick out what looks like a shiny lounge robe, crystals sewn into the hem. I don’t wear anything underneath; maybe Atlas will be down to fuck today, and I can end this all now. Even though I’m swimming in comfort, I’m anxious to find Layla or, at the very least, make sure she’s okay.
A bodyguard comes to get me a few minutes after I’m dressed, making me curious if they have cameras in the room. They politely knock on the door, and I answer it to find a familiar face: Corvus is waiting, his hands clasped behind his back. His pale eyes flicker gold as he takes me in, sparking like lightning.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Morning,” he says. No pretense of knowing each other. So we probablyareunder surveillance. “I’ve come to take you to breakfast.”
“Thank you,” I say, nodding my head. “Is there anything I should bring?”
“Atlas requires nothing but your presence,” Corvus says.
“Noted,” I say. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”
His lips quirk at the corners, barely perceptible.
“Shayd, mistress,” he says, tilting his head in submission.
Our eyes meet through strands of shaggy silver hair, his smirk growing wider.
“Mistress?” I ask.
I could get used to hearing that.
“You’re my superior,” he says. His eyes linger on my breasts, which are clearly visible through the thin fabric of the robe. “Now—if you’re ready to go?”
“Yes,” I say. “I think I am.”
I follow him through the door and he shuts it behind me, then leads me down the hallway slowly. I level with him and he glances over at me, though he keeps his eyes straight ahead.
“Don’t make it too obvious that we’re talking,” he says. “They can still see us, but we can’t be overheard here.”
“There are cameras in my room?” I whisper.
“Of course there are,” Corvus says. “You really think Atlas would miss an opportunity to watch?”
I chance a look at him. “You wouldn’t either, would you?”
He stiffens, his shoulders rising just slightly. “I didn’t mind participating last night, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I’m about to make another snarky comment—or maybe come on to him, I’m not sure—when we stop in front of another door. “Here,” he says. “Atlas is waiting.”
He opens the door for me and I walk inside. The room is bigger than I expect, a floor to ceiling window looking out on a large water feature I assume must be on the back side of the compound. The only furniture is a long table with a chair at either end, each place set for breakfast. Pleasant music filters down from speakers in the ceiling, alien instruments playing that sound like something between a piano and a mandolin.
Atlas is waiting at the head of the table, standing behind his chair.
I’m surprised at how flustered I feel when I see him, already fully dressed and looking handsome as ever. A gentle smile graces his lips, almost making me forget that he’s the enemy.
