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“And yet I’ve been ordered here to help, so let’s get it over with.”
There’s a commotion at the far end of the hall, several Dark Fae and daemons converging in on someone with an excited chatter in the air. Amell’s head turns that way, his gaze softening and the tightness in his jaw relaxing.
The crowd peels away and heading toward us is a hot-as-hell woman in head-to-toe black leather and stiletto boots. Put a whip in her hand and she’d be a dominatrix.
I might be brash, stubborn, and hot-tempered, but I’m not stupid. This must be Amell’s new wife, Nyssa. Zora told me all about her.
The asshole in me would try to hit on her to get a rise out of Amell, but I honest to fuck can’t bring myself to do it as I take in the adoring look he gives her.
She doesn’t spare me a glance but walks up to the mighty king, pressing her palm over his heart. His wings rustle in response, and his hand moves to her hip.
“Making friends or enemies today?” he asks.
“Always friends.” She laughs, going on tiptoes to brush a kiss against his jaw. Turning to me, I get a brief once-over. “Who are you?”
“Maddox.”
“Oh,” she says with an understanding nod and then looks up at her husband. “The besotted fool who doubles as Zora’s lapdog?”
I grit my teeth as Amell snickers. Clearly, he’s had a thing or two to say about me.
“I’m Nyssa,” she says with a brilliant smile and then sticks out her hand. “And I’m kidding. I know all about you from Zora. She speaks highly of you.”
Amell rolls his eyes, but now I’m charmed by the human turned queen of the Underworld. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it, earning a growl from her husband. “It’s my absolute pleasure.”
Nyssa’s laugh tinkles as she tugs her hand back, and I shoot her a wink. She touches Amell’s arm, squeezing. “I’ll be in the kitchens if you need me. Rhynda’s received some kalamata olives and is completely perplexed with what to do with them.”
Amell slides his hand behind his wife’s neck, pulls her to him for a scorching kiss, and she melts. Something tugs at my heartstrings, followed by a wave of green jealousy.
It’s what I want, but the woman I want it with is most likely not capable.
Nyssa walks away and Amell watches her for a minute. When he turns back to me, he jerks his chin toward the hallway—presumably where his quarters are located—and we head in that direction.
“You’re clearly in love with your wife. I guess we’ve got no reason to fight over Zora anymore.”
Amell glares over his shoulder at me. “I was never fighting you over Zora. I was protecting her from you.”
As if I’d ever hurt her. “If it makes you feel better to say that out loud, be my guest. But it’s moot.”
Amell stops, tips his head. “Why is it moot?”
I give him a hard look. “You know Zora better than anyone. She’s not relationship material.”
Frowning, he gives a confused shake of his head. “Are you saying you want a relationship with her?” he asks incredulously.
What a dumbass. “Why the fuck did you think I was with her?”
“For sex,” he says.
“Well, that was part of it, but do you think I’d chase someone for a year if it was just sex? Do you know how many millions of available women there are to get my rocks off with?”
“You care about her?” he asks, as if he can’t fathom such a thing.
“Gods, you’re thick,” I grumble. “Yes, I care about Zora. But I also think it’s a waste of my time.”
“Typical,” Amell mutters and walks away from me.
I rush to catch up. “What’s typical?”
