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He deliberately leaned over until his face was right next to mine. He was clearly inspecting my work, taking in every detail with those intense eyes of his with their rings of blazing silver.
“I adore it,” he praised and purposely turned his head to brush his lips against my cheek. “That’s exactly why I wished for my mate to be invited to this lovely ceremony.”
“C-Ceremony?” Father Christopher stuttered.
“Well, yes,” Saint replied before his lips moved down to lightly tug my ear lobe. It was gentle and yet it made my whole body tingle with need that was completely unexpected. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, but that only encouraged Saint to move his. hand to my chin and force my head to face him.
“Now, my Sweet Flower. You know I enjoy hearing you moan for me.”
He purposely tugged my bottom lip with enough force to pierce the surface and encourage the blob of blood that took over those broken spots. He deliberately sucked on it before continuing, “But I won’t punish you just yet. We’ll do that after the ceremony for all of them to enjoy and hear you sing for me.”
I feared and was sexually excited for whatever madness this Dark Lord was pulling. I had to have gone crazy from letting this negative energy consume me, but everything punishable seemed enjoyable in this heightened state of power.
Which can be a bit addicting if you ask me.
A set of psychos were underhandedly spinning the tables to work in our favor. That was something to be proud of—and it was only getting better from here.
“Since the tables have turned, it’s only right to hold a bit of a ceremony to commemorate this unexpected alliance, don’t you think?” Saint offered as he let go of me to rise to his full height.
“I-I-I’m not sure what you’re implying,” Father Christopher noted, which had Arthur chuckling as he clapped his hands.
“I’m totally here for whatever you’re brewing,” he began. “Though, I’d be disappointed if there wasn’t a punishment with my name on it.”
“Have you lost your mind?” someone called out to Arthur. “You betray us and now you wish to be punished for your apparent actions? This is all your doing!”
“Innocent until proven guilty,” Arthur commented with a taunting grin as he side-glanced at the man in question. “Again, I was merely the messenger. Ask and you shall receive. But my punishment has nothing to do with what you’re assuming revolves around this mess you’ve caused yourselves.”
That intrigued me as we watched him cross his arms.
“I made a bet with your Dark Lord, or should I say the hidden entity you guys worship and are forced to submit to because you’re too weak of an organization to rely on your own stream of dark energy,” he summed up in one breath. “Sad to admit, but his mate proved me wrong. Therefore, I deserve to be punished for my loss, which includes fulfilling a single request of Willow De Luca’s.”
“Me?” I was actually surprised by the news, but a mere glance in Saint’s direction confirmed he’d underhandedly won this apparent bet that surely was why I’d been invited in the first place.
“For a villain, you sure like to own up to your mistakes,” Saint noted. “A quality I could get used to.”
“Get too comfortable and you could get burned,” Arthur countered but looked far too pleased with where this conversation was going. “Or killed. Not like either of those scenarios would have much effect on a being like yourself.”
“Likewise,” he countered, and it finally clicked.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, and it seemed like all eyes were on me as the words left me without a second thought. “You two are into one another.”
The silence that followed was beyond deafening, but like a trigger in the corner of my diabolical subconscious, I was spinning around and stood before Arthur in a blink of an eye. I freaked him out with my sudden vampire-like speed, but I had the collar of his shirt in my grasp and brought him so close that it had to look like we were kissing depending on the angle.
The way my smile morphed upon my lips actually made a sense of dread wash upon Arthur’s face as he quietly whispered, “She’s going to kill me, isn’t she?”
“Honestly, death may have been the better choice,” Saint genuinely replied and then quietly muttered, “Willa?”
To be caught in the shift left me in giggles, but I wasn’t going to get distracted, for this was absolutely necessary to let everything fall in place.
“Mine.”
What better way to ignite the falling of the Vile Queen than by starting with claiming what she’s surely desperate to keep.
The single word suddenly made Arthur’s neck spark with various shades of electric shocks. He gasped in agony before he slipped out of my grasp to drop to his knees. A collar emerged around his neck, and it looked far different from the magical collar I’d encountered with Loki.
This one was made out of thick metal chains that seemed to be astonishingly heavy and had a dangling chain attached. It further sparked as if to show off the power it carried around its exterior, but it didn’t frighten me in the slightest—as if I were truly in the right mindset to be frightened.
I reached out to touch it, but Arthur flinched and lifted his hands up as if to truly protect me from the collar's wrath.
