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“We’ve heard all of that before. The entire island is obsessed with Jordan. He’s quite a catch, isn’t he?” Fylox teases me. I cross my arms in front of my chest, and Jordan shifts where he stands. It’s a micro-movement that I wouldn’t catch if my eyes weren’t glued on him.
“He’s a catch. My catch,” I insist, trailing every inch of Jordan. Sure, the men in the palace don’t come short. Aside from Weston, everyone on this compound is built like a machine. In Jordan’s presence, they seem small.
Fylox and Alex are in no way tiny, but next to Jordan, they fall short.
Jordan’s retired now, and although it hurts him, he stays away from work. At night, his spinning thoughts keep us both awake. He can’t calm down from the high of being responsible for half a million people.
Now that we’re back in the palace, his eyes move over every surface like he’s still ruling the compound even if he hasn’t been here in days.
“Are we still your patients?” Fylox asks, and there’s a drop in his tone, unexpected and heartwarming. He and Kamila have grown attached to me, and it swamps me.
“Of course,” I assure him. Jordan’s faint snicker rumples me. “I might work on Katantia, but I value our physician-patient privilege. Your secrets are safe with me. They’ve always been.”
“I don’t ask her about you,” Jordan clarifies. His warm voice on this cold rooftop makes me shudder. “We have better things to do.”
“That’s good to know.” Fylox clears his throat. “Since you’re aware of almost everything about this family, we don’t have to give you a lesson on the Wraiths.”
“You don’t,” I agree.
“You’re aware of the danger, right?” Fylox begins.
“Hey.” Jordan continues, “Don’t scare her.”
“Are you moving into the palace?” Fylox asks.
I shake my head. “I have a place.”
“If this is as official as I think it is, your place won’t cover it. We must organize an entire entourage for visits. That’s time we can’t afford to lose—”
Jordan interrupts Fylox, “So you’re okay with Ivy being mine? You won’t throw a fit like Alex?”
“Ivy’s cool.” Fylox winks at me. He’s less on edge than he was when Kendrick was about to be born. Something about being a parent has made him realize that he can let the tortures of his past go. When Kamila was pregnant with Kendrick, he would never let her out of his sight. Now, she can move freely without Fylox stalking her every move. Well, she still has a harem of guards following her everywhere… “You’re so cheap. Girlfriend and shrink in one. That’s pretty clever.”
“Says the guy who’s the queen’s boy toy,” Jordan comments.
They have a laugh, but Fylox’s eyes reveal he’s not aboy toyby any means. Jordan is dimly aware of how Fylox and Kamila run their sex life, but it goes far beyond what the cameras capture on record. Alex is Kamila and Fylox’s anchor. Without Alex, Fylox and Kamila would physically hurt themselves beyond repair.
Their dynamics adapt to each social setting. In public, Kamila rules. When it’s the three of them, Alex has the final word. During the season, when Alex must work, Fylox takes over.
There are layers to their relationship, andboy toysdon’t even begin to cover it.
Jordan’s phone rings and he slips it out of his pocket while Fylox takes another pull.
“I have to take this,” Jordan says. He approaches me, giving me an innocent peck on the lips. His whisper against my neck tickles me. “Be a good little doe while I’m away.”
I nod. “Of course.”
Jordan climbs down the ladder, entering the palace from above. I watch as he disappears into the light, and my heart clenches for him. He’s taking a piece of me wherever he’s off to. It’s late, and his life is mysterious, but those late-night phone calls are a thing to get used to.
“I’m having a girl,” Fylox blurts out. He spreads his arms open, one hand holding the almost finished joint. “I’m. Having. A. Girl.”
“It’s exciting, isn’t it?” I say. Jordan’s jacket is wrapped around my shoulders, so the wind that blows doesn’t affect my body. I lean against the rails, not afraid of the height.
“Exciting?” There’s a quiver in his tone, a high-pitched sign of fear. “I’m petrified.”
“You’ll do great. I’m sure she’s going to be a daddy’s girl. Most of the Wraith girls are,” I say. He nods in agreement, but the distress is still there, slurping around in the edges of his tense shoulders.
“She’s going to be a princess of this place one day, and I have no idea how to approach this. I never imagined myself havingkids. That’s not the type of stress I need in my line of work,” Fylox says. It’s the most he’s opened his mouth all night. When it’s just us two, and he doesn’t have to pretend in front of the family, he opens up. Kamila gets the grimy details because they’re partners. I receive his private thoughts about anxiety and the royal kids.The future. “I don’t think Kamila will appreciate it if I keep going on my trips….”
