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She’s just so… anti-Underworld.
Nyssa brings a freshness to an otherwise stale and mundane life.
Even though she’s had a hard day of labor in the kitchen, she’s got a smile on her face. When I don’t smile back, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
I shake off the memories I just watched in the crystal and attempt a smile. “Nothing’s wrong.” Then I redirect. “In fact, Calix went to get you more items from the First Dimension.”
Nyssa follows me into the bedroom, and I nod toward the bed. When she turns that way, I drop the crystal in the top drawer of my dresser and watch as she paws through the clothes. She holds up the same black bra I had been checking out and cocks an eyebrow.
“I’d be very pleased if you wore that so I can take it off you,” I say.
Nyssa flushes and drops the bra, then utters a squeal of excitement. “Books,” she exclaims, picking them up one at a time and reading each title.
I move beside her. “Were you a big reader?”
She shakes her head. “Not in recent years, but I used to enjoy it.”
I know every bit of that to be true based on what I saw in the crystal. “I’ll get more for you when you finish those.”
“Thank you,” she says, and then shocks me by throwing her arms around my waist to hug me.
It must shock her, too, because before I can react, she scrambles back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to—”
I jerk Nyssa close into me again, forcing her arms around my waist. “You can touch me any time. You don’t have to ask permission.”
Her head falls back as she looks at me. “Thank you for the clothes and the books. That was very nice of you.”
“And chocolate,” I say, turning her to face the bed again.
Nyssa groans, and though it’s for the chocolate, I’ve elicited that sound from her before, and it hits me right between the legs.
She picks up a candy bar from the pile of various wrapped chocolates and studies it. “I’m going to do so many dirty things to you after I’ve had my bath.”
If the woman thinks she can say things like that without it affecting me, she needs to pay more attention to the king of the Underworld.
I step in behind her and pull her body against mine so she can feel my hardness. Leaning to the side, I nip at her ear. “I’m not about to wait for your bath to do those dirty things.”
Laughing, she spins in my arms to face me, her hands going to the laces of my pants. “Fine. I can totally do dirty things to you now.”
CHAPTER 14
Nyssa
This is byfar the best job I’ve had since I’ve been back in Rhynda’s kitchens these last few weeks, but I don’t dare tell her that, or she’ll never let me do it again. I got paired with Will at one of the long tables to peel root vegetables.
I’ve settled into somewhat of a routine, and while I have no clue if it will be my permanent existence, for now, it’s more than one could hope for in Hell.
I’ve been in Amell’s bed each night, but he’s always gone by the time I wake in the morning. I take a quick bath and head straight to the kitchens where I gobble down whatever food Rhynda offers and get straight to work.
I break for lunch—only to eat—and when the king’s dinner is ready, I take it to his room. Amell is always there waiting. Sometimes he’s hungry for food, and other times, he’s hungry for me.
Regardless of the order of life in the Underworld, we always eat the evening meal together, and Amell will often share tidbits about his day. He spends a lot of time talking to nobles to ensure things are being run to his satisfaction. He walks the streets of Otaxis and other cities to make sure matters are orderly. Lawlessness permeates the city since there are no real laws to abide by. Disputes are handled by brute strength, but in the case of impasse, Amell rules over those.
And he sits on the Bridge of Judgment and sends souls to their doom.
Amell also pokes at me, trying to learn about my life, but I only give away mundane details, adept at redirecting if he gets too personal. Somehow, I feel deep in my gut I only have the king’s favor because I’m a bit of a mystery to him. If he ever discovered the true me, he’d see me as no different from any other wicked soul that comes his way. He never believes me when I tell him I’m not redeemable, and he’s only interested in my life to try to disprove me.
I pick up another veggie from a large basket on the floor and set it on the table. Will is an expert at peeling these things, but I find them cumbersome.
