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“All right, I’ll be here if you need anything.” Abaddon winked. “Try not to dream about me, sweet cheeks.”
“You say cringy things like that and you expect me to believe you’re a ladies’ man?”
Abaddon laughed as I closed the door in his face. Tomorrow would be a new day, and if this was the reality of my life, then I would figure out what to do about it later. For now, I let the dress Solara let me borrow fall to the ground and climbed into bed. It was more comfortable than I initially thought, and since I was considering myself single again, I had it all to myself. Curling up on myself, I let the exhaustion force my eyelids shut and drift into a deep sleep. I would take it day by day and hopefully earn my freedom back sooner rather than later.
Chapter9
Antonia
Solara must've snuck into my room last night while I was asleep, because when I woke up, I found my closet stacked to the brim with clothes and footwear. I spent a good half hour roaming through the many dresses and gowns that were perfectly tailored to me, all in dark colors and styled differently than what I was used to. Bal would always want me to dress professionally and tasteful. No showing too much skin so as to not draw the eyes of his colleagues. No dark makeup, or slutty shoes. It was always ball gowns or pencil skirts with blazers that made me look and feel twenty years older than I was.
But these dresses? These were crafted to show as much skin and cleavage as possible while still passing for modest. I pulled out a glittered, magenta-colored dress that was both backless and low cut in the front. There was also a slit cut on the right side that went to my upper thigh. Deciding to go with this one, I slid the cool fabric over my body. At first, I felt awkward in it since it was showing more skin than I was used to, but I also loved the design. Walking over to the vanity across from my bed, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I did a double take, marveling at how the dress perfectly wrapped itself around my frame. The seamstress did an amazing job.
I took note at the array of makeup that littered the vanity when it wasn't there before. Maybe these were Solara's and she gave them to me. Sitting down, I inspected what all I had to work with to fix up my face. It looked like she had everything I'd need from concealer and foundation to eyeshadow and lipstick. It took half an hour to do my face, but with the final touch of picking a black orchid shade of lipstick and applying it to my lips, I was done. While I was doing my hair next, I contemplated why I was working so hard to doll myself up when all I'd be doing was starting my first magic lesson with Helios. That right there answered my question; I'd be with Helios.
I could at least admit to myself that I was attracted to the hot hellhound with the deep green eyes and rugged features, but Abaddon's confirmation that Helios ordered everyone to not touch or speak to me reignited the heat of annoyance I felt. I planned on demanding to know what was up with that, but I also planned to look my best seeing as how I didn't look my best at our first meeting. There was something about dressing sexy and applying dark makeup that made me feel hot and empowered. I felt more like myself rather than what Bal wanted me to look like.
Why was I trying so hard to save my marriage again?
Funny how being a prisoner was making me feel freer than my marriage. I made a promise to myself right then, I wouldn't dwell over Bal and our relationship any longer. In a weird way, this was a fresh start for me. While I had to work to earn my freedom, I was determined to make the best out of the situation. Lord Deimos made it sound like this was an opportunity for me to become strong and have the ability to take revenge on those who'd done me wrong if I wanted. And Solara had me feeling like my stay here wouldn't be as bad as I feared.
It'd be a lot better if I could convince Helios to lift whatever crazy ban he put on his legion. Did that also apply to Solara, or was it only for the guys that Deimos ordered to look after me? Speak of the devil—literally—a knock sounded at my door, alerting me that Helios was here to come get me. At least he was gentlemanly enough not to barge in unannounced.
"Come in!" I called out.
The double doors creaked open and in walked the man of the hour himself. Helios was fully dressed this time, which was a shame, but looked nice wearing a black robe-style shirt with a bright red sash tied in the center, loose fitted black trousers and black sandals. His dark hair was slicked back and styled nicely, which had me wanting to run my fingers through it.
I set the brush I was using down and stood up to face him. Immediately, his gaze roamed up and down my frame, his pupils darkening with heat. I guess I picked the right dress to get his attention.
"Hey," I mumbled softly.
"Hey." His voice came out rough, but then he cleared his throat before speaking again. "Are you ready?"
"Just about. Give me a minute to put on some shoes." I walked back to my closet, pulling out a pair of black sandals with long straps that would wrap around my legs before fastening them. I slid them both on and was about to do the straps of the first one when Helios stepped forward and crouched down on one knee in front of me. The movement had me pausing with wide eyes. For a brief moment, it looked as if he'd propose to me, which would be ridiculous since we'd only known each other for a day, and I doubted these monsters believed in marriage. Plus, I just got out of one, and wasn't interested in being in a new one so soon. Maybe never. Fuck husbands.
"Allow me," Helios said, taking the straps from my hand and proceeded to wrap them around my leg before fastening them inches below my knee. The way my skin heated from subtle brushes of his fingers had my breath hitching. When he worked on the other one, it took every ounce of self-control not to start shivering. Okay, I needed to get a grip. Why was I becoming so horny and needy all of a sudden, and for a guy who wasn't even human? Sure, Helios was sexy as hell, but he was also an embodiment of Hell.
When Helios was done with the second set of straps, he lightly patted my leg then stood back up. "All done. Now, shall we get started?"
I nodded numbly, not even attempting to form any words for I knew they'd come out jumbled if I tried.
Helios walked beside me as we exited my bedroom, noticing that there was nobody standing guard outside this time. Maybe someone was here until Helios told them to leave. He led me down a corridor where a flight of stairs was located at the end and climbed it to the top. As we walked, I noticed more of those mini green monsters roaming about with sheets, trays and other things.
"What are they?" I whispered to Helios so the monsters in question couldn't hear me.
"Hobgoblins," Helios declared as his arm went around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. "Don't worry, they won't harm you. Not if they value their lives."
"Hobgoblins. You mean like fromA Midsummer Night's Dream?"
"From what?" Helios arched a brow at me.
"Never mind." Deciding to change the subject, I asked, "So what kind of magic are we going to be learning about today?"
"You'll see soon enough," he said, loosening his hold on my shoulder.
We walked through two more halls before stopping in front of a wooden door with more of those glowing runes plastered on the surface.
"Another warding spell?" I asked, pointing at the symbols.
