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“Well…” I tried to think of a counter for that but my brain decided to change the subject. “Holy boy?”

“Saint Alexander”

“He went to visit the Vatican.”

“I’m aware,” she assured me as she spun around. “He apparently secured another modeling gig.”

“What does modeling have to do with anything?” I didn’t get it. The guy gave off playboy vibes, but even with his striking looks, he had to carry some sort of loyalty to be in the Forbidden and have some unique relationship with Willow.

“The more people fascinated with a Dark Lord, the stronger they become.”

Her revelation made me pause in my next statement as my brows came together in concentration.

Wait…what?

"I only recently figured it out,” Ruby admitted. “Do you think the Vatican wants Saint in the spotlight? Nope,” she answered for me. “That’s why he’s a mystery to the world. The man who occasionally models and donates a lot to various organizations and heavily to the Vatican.”

She stretched her arms out as she began to rotate her neck.

“So what better way to remind them of his power than by modeling for the world. With Christmas almost here, what a nice way to be on the front of various magazines, but what if he does something a little frisky?”

“Wouldn’t that give the Vatican a bad image?” I argued.

“It certainly would, but it depends what he decides to do. Doing naked shoots isn’t risky anymore. Has to do something more eye-catching. Nevertheless, whatever he decides to do will bring him a lovely boost of popularity, and that only makes him more powerful in the shadows,” she elaborated. “The Vatican doesn’t want that. They despise what they can’t control, and now with my sister in the picture, I believe they’re coming to realize that Saint can’t be managed. Or anyone in the Forbidden, really.”

“You’re oozing with pride right now,” I acknowledged.

She laughed and flicked her long strands. “Well, I can either be jealous of all the power my sister carries without her even understanding how lethal she really is or I can take pride in contributing to this approaching revolution. Either way, I’m excited to positively contribute to my sister’s debut into our fucked-up world. I better leave so I can get in touch with Whitney to locate the specific material I’m looking for for Willow’s attire. Someone’s being a sneaky bitch and buying it all, so I’m gonna have to resort to sneakier tactics.”

“Meaning you’re going to kill and steal.”

“I’d never,” she gasped in horror. “I’ll just let my demon fuckers do that.”

“You’re more like Willow than you realize,” I concluded.

“Probably. Maybe we’ll finally get to hang out before things get more chaotic,” she hoped. “Anything else?”

“What’s your opinion on the witch?”

“Are you going back to Aurelia?” she pondered. “What? Have a crush on her? If you do, tell me now so I can kill you and tell Willow you died by slipping off the icy surface of the roof, bumping your head, and falling to your demise but somehow surviving only to break your cock in the process and bleed to death.”

I wasn’t sure what to say which left me blanking out on her while my wolf quietly commented,“She’s the definition of insane.”

“I feel like if she’s insane, Willow is worse.”

“You really have to work on talking to your wolf on the inside of your head now,” Ruby reasoned. “And my sister cut a guy’s cock off, cooked it, and fed it to him before lighting up the place and walking out of it laughing like a fucking lunatic. I’m far better in comparison.”

“Shit…”my wolf muttered.

“That’s…” I began. “Kinda hot. Is there a replay of that?”

She shook her head. “Hopeless romantic.”

“Which side do you believe she’s on?” I got to my point before I missed the opportunity to ask. “The others want to start keeping tabs on her.”

“You’re only bringing it up because you’re not sure your little brother will do what he’s told?” she offered.

“They’re best friends. I knew that long before I got captured,” I acknowledged. “Seeing that she’s here helping out only proves they’re not abandoning her.”

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