He shrugged. “It’s okay. I just thought there’s something else.”
Tapping my fingers on my chin, I smiled. “Vin. Or Vinny.”
He returned my smile. “I’ll take it.”
“Me! Me next!” Claude raised a hand so hard he almost barreled towards Amos walking in front of him. “Claude” was already a short name, so the nickname “Wes” referencing his last name tingled on my tongue.
I was about to answer when Theodore looked over his shoulder as we turned a corner. “Stop fooling around.”
I smirked. “Sorry, Teddy.”
He grouched while the other men either held their laughs or coughed. Of course he intimidated them — the Prince’s secret assassin. If they only knew how he acted when he played a librarian: sweet mixed with pathetic, and overall endearing.
Now I wondered which version was the real him?
Our lighthearted time ended when Theodore held up a hand, stopping all of us in our tracks. He turned around with the Prince. “From this point onward, I advise with great caution to keep your mouths shut.” He said the last part while looking at me. I wasn’tthattalkative. “The Lord bastard thinks he’s currently a guest in the Prince’s mansion, as will be obvious when we get to his room, but make no mistake; he is a prisoner.”
“Win likes to make them feel comfortable and welcome before he strikes,” Claude explained from somewhere behind me as Winston kept quiet with his gentle smile.
“Winston will question him by himself at first, but we will all be nearby to witness it. There’s a viewing room disguised as a wall on one side. If anything goes awry, it’s fortunate that we have a skilled illusionist to mitigate it,” Theodore continued, taking our confirmations that we understood what he said.
I asked the question baited for me. “Who’s the skilled illusionist?”
“Me,” Winston grinned, and we continued our walk silently to where this Lord was held. I didn’t expect the Crown Prince to be an Illusionist mage; I suppose I had the presumption, based on the various video games I had played, that princes were fighters instead of spellcasters. But the Prince had been an advocate for magical education in the first place and was exactly why he chose to give up his territories to other nobles to focus on this single city.
When we arrived at the area, Theodore led us to one room while Winston broke off from our group. Once inside, it had a full, unobstructed view of a fancy sitting room, while our room was distinctly decorated in a different color, couches and sofas abound. It reminded me of an observation room in police dramas.
The Lord bastard was sitting on one couch in the fancy sitting room. I recognized him as one of my classmates in Physical and Combat Training, but either I didn’t remember his name, or I didn’t know him at all. What did I do to make him hate me enough to have me kidnapped?
“Will he hear us from here?” Amos whispered to Theodore, who looked at him in disappointment.
“The entire room is spelled, so no, he will not,” the other man scoffed just as the rest of the group took a seat for themselves. Every available couch had at least one man or two sitting on it, so where would I place myself?
The question must be obvious on my face because Claude patted his lap with a huge grin. “Here, baby girl.”
“There’s enough space,” Elias countered while gesturing to the empty spot beside him.
“Or she could sit on our laps, which is more appealing,” Claude retorted with a giggle. “Say, five minutes each.”
“While that’s definitely appealing, it’s a little inappropriate,” Vincent said. I couldn’t stop my stupefied face fast enough. He laughed but earned a few glares in the process.
“I will carry you in my arms, my lady,” Reuben offered as he stood by the door with his twin, a proper habit for a bodyguard, although unnecessary at the moment. Robin nodded at his words and extended his arms forward as if expecting me to climb on.
It felt like I was in a prank.
“Is this going to be a regular thing?” Theodore sighed as he moved his arm in a circle to refer to the room.
“It won’t be if her brattiness just pick a seat,” Samuel grumbled, but uncrossed his leg from his thigh, as ifhewas making his lap available. Funny thing to think about.
In a different part of the room, Amos grinned at me as he spread his legs apart, showing me enough space to scoot in between them, and reminding me once again how delicious his cock was thrusting in me as he licked my nipples and —
Certainly notthe timeto be thinking about it as I glanced away.
That Lord bastard looked awfully comfortable in his special room.
“Okay, who did that?” Claude loudly asked, waving an arm towards me, as Uriel watched Amos — who looked very satisfied, but silent — before his eyes found me.
Heknewwho did it from reading Amos’s mind.
