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"Will he be all right?" I ask.
She eyes me warily. She clearly knows who I am.
"Yes, my lord," she says.
I nod and reach to shake her hand, but she draws away and sucks in her breath. It's only a moment, and she tries to recover and extend her hand, but I laugh it off.
"It's all right," I say, grinning. "My touch isn't for everyone. Just so you know, I can make good dreams, too."
Something like fire flashes in her eyes.
"I bet you can," she says.
Then the door closes and Kyran and I move on.
We have to get to the house. My bride-to-be is going to be waiting. And what’ll I do when the love I’m destined for arrives? I’m not the sort of man who cheats. I’ll just have to explain it to her as best I can and hope she can understand.
And my human wife can’t live too long. They live like fifty years or a hundred tops, I’m sure.
"We need to clean up," Kyran says.
"Just take us home," I tell him. "She might as well see what she's marrying into. If she can't handle blood, she won't last a day as my fiancé, let alone my wife. Besides, my father told me not to be late. It’s my chance to embarrass him.”
“Fabien…”
“He deserves it.”
“He…might, but he is the king.”
I nod.For now.
We arrive aroundtwenty minutes later. The house is lit up. The groundskeepers have cleared the giant spider's webs and chased the kelpies out of the fountains. The driveway lights are lit, and it looks like my father has turned on every light in the house. A brand new Rolls Royce sits in the driveway, a driver behind the wheel.
When we walk past, the driver eyes us and then looks away quickly.
That's right,take a good look.
I take a moment at the door to look back at my ruined car. I add it to the tab the Oleanders owe me. It starts with Jarrad, and runs all the way to tonight. Soren's shoulder is on there, too. My beautiful car turned to shit is on it.
And me having to bow my head and marry some random human is definitely on it.
I'll have my revenge soon.
Carter opens the door and shows us in. His brows go up when he sees my bloody, torn suit, but he says nothing.
"Where are they?" I ask him.
"The drawing room, my lord."
My shoeless tentacles makes a squidgy noise on the carpet as I hurry. It reminds me of chasing Jarrad through the house when we were kids.
I make a left and head to the drawing room. Kyran slows down and stays well behind me. I don't blame him. I'm still seething from my father's actions last night. I know I'm antagonizing him, but I don't care.
My father is the first one to register my presence. He looks up from his glass of brandy and purses his lips. The man he was speaking to looks at me next. He's an older human, graying at the temples, with a huge mustache, but he's a handsome, rugged-looking guy. He must be the boss of their family. He has that swagger in his eyes. When he sees me, a tiny speck of mirth lights up his otherwise dead expression.
Octavian stares, wide eyed. He looks at me like I just took out one of my dicks and pissed on the floor.
The women are like yin and yang. Both are beautiful, but only one catches my eye. The more petite of the two has long black hair and pale skin. She looks me up and down and looks away quickly. Does she see something she doesn't like?
