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“We can slow it with a treatment I designed,” Quillion offers me some small assurance of hope and raises me up. “It seems your unfinished business is never done with him, Princess. If you can convince him to get the treatment into production…”
“Are you all alone in this, Quill?”
He shrugs, dropping his hands to his sides. “I’ve been able to smuggle stores of sedatives from the Tenth Court. It’s made them comfortable. That’s why they’ve hardly given you a second’s glance since you arrived, Princess.”
I rub my lips together, observing the tranquility of the room despite all the blotches on their skin, the ruptured blood sockets, the bitterness of their blue lips. Neoptolemus sent Quillion here with both arms chained behind his back. My pulse roars its rage into my ears. I can’t forgive him for this. I won’t.
“What happens to the dead, Quillion?” I grit my teeth, lethal ice invading my voice while my Halo grows thorns of fire along my skin.
He sighs and hangs his head, gazing out at the bodies. “Bodies are burned. The Prince’s power is enough to annihilate the infection. He…destroys them.”
Pure fumes of Halo hatred smoke from my ears, interlacing with the pain shooting into my blood because the blood moon is rising. Wrath burns my throat. Quillion steps back as I battle the torture inside me, stealing the last dredges I can beforehearrives to cart me away to his room. It feels like my heart is being severed in two.
“Hasn’t anyone else been delegated to help?” is my last question.
He sighs and kneads his brows.
“For the love of God, Quill, hurry!” I shriek in pain as the force launches me toward the building walls in the direction of the Prince’s Tower.
“Rook Victor Idrys.”
The Court O’ Nines rook, I remember from the day I’d vomited all over the Father’s boots. Neo destroyed his wings—a punishment not many vampires can survive. Idrys and his history of the purest bought and bred humans. And the first rook who issued a warrant for my arrest during my smuggling days.
What in all holy fuck is going on?
* * *
To my great astonishment,the Prince doesn’t come for me. No time for the carriage. Not when the blood moon is nearing its ascent. Thankfully, Quillion carries me to the Tower through its walls until I arrive at the shadow door and step inside so the cold shades soothe my blood. Unlike so many times before, Neo doesn’t catch me. Now, I realize why he didn’t meet me at the border.
“Ahh, there she is! My blushing bride!” Neo proclaims…no, he slurs. Supercilious ass is blood drunk…from the four lingerie-clad harem girls that fawn over his body. Fresh holes in their necks, dripping blood. Judging from their eyes rolling around in their sockets, I know they are just as venom-intoxicated as he is on their blood. My heart slams against my chest.
“Real classy, Neo,” I mutter and wrinkle my nose.
“Care to join us?” He splays his arms out and shifts his hips from side to side, member wagging, the girls giggling.
I know my husband and this side of him—another mask. A similar one when he presides over the festivities. This is just looser since it’s his bedroom. A way to soothe his busted ego after Nita upstaged him, a way to soothe his guilt,distracthim from dealing with it all. His method of Flight. He wants to play the escape game? Two can do that.
So, I approach the bed and plant my hands on the edges, causing Neo to sit upright. All I want to do is scream as he shifts one of the girls to croon, “Is it my birthday, angel?”
With an angry heat crawling through me, I lick my lips in a subtle tease, tiptoeing my hands up the sides of his legs, nails scraping toward his thighs. I thrill at the way his length twitches.
“Going to show me what those lips of an angel can do between my legs, Elysia?” he wonders, brows bobbing up and down. I nearly stiffen but manage to control myself.
Instead, I inject the full force of my Halo into my fingers, hoping it will keep until morning, pausing to tell the harem girls, “Sorry, ladies, but this prick tick’s dick is closed formaintenance!” I pucker up and blow Neo a kiss right before I blast a Halo coating of gold paralysis between his thighs to shut him the fuck down!
Spinning out of his arms, I cry out,Noralicein my mind, sing-song the chorus to “I’m a Bitch” to overlap Neo’s growling roar and welcome my body sailing through reality’s web. I forsake my physical self to those layered spider strands until I am my glowing, golden soul enthroned in a frost gown and falling into Thanatos’ arms.
Chapter14
Whatever you do, do not look at me…
“Expertly checked, Elysia,” Thanatos hums his approval along my curls near my ear as his fingers linger at the base of my spine. He pauses. Even if I don’t need it, even if I’m still riding a ripple of a high after my victory over Neo, I jerk my face to his and angle my chin with my curls diving to the side to urge him to continue.
Inhaling his frosted roses, inhaling this dream within a dream, I lower my head to his chest and shiver to his frost tarrying along my spine as if it’s following the scent of my emotions. “How many more Scourge souls were added to your Lake since I left, Thanatos?”
When his sigh drifts onto my face as I take in his heavy shoulders, I sink my head, pressing my cheek to his chest.
“Fifty-six.”
