“And Amund, what will you do with him?” Lex sent Em a teasing grin.
“He is infuriating.”
“Please elaborate.” Lex rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her hand. “I must know why you hate the Fae beefcake.”
Em smacked her lips lightly as though searching for a flavor. “He is like the child that tugs on the girl’s ponytail.”
“Because helikesyou.”
She made a face. “Or because he wishes to annoy me.”
“Same thing, right?”
“No, it is not!”
“So you’ll keep him around?”
Em let out a long-suffering sigh. “I suppose I must.”
Lex could see the corner of Em’s lip twitching. She liked Amund, even if she wouldn’t admit it outright. “I suppose if you need a head guard, at least make sure he’s attractive. Wait, that’s not right, because they’re all attractive. At least make it a guard who challenges you and possesses beefcake hotness?”
Em frowned. “Don’t you have an appointment with the prince?”
Lex smiled and rose. “Former prince, and indeed I do.” She fluttered her fingers. “Ta-ta. Good luck with your remodeling. Call me if you need spray paint for that gold toilet. Oh, and say hello to Amund for me.”
Em stuck out her tongue, and Lex felt a sense of pride. Her human crudeness was rubbing off on the new Fae princess of Dark Kingdom.
* * *
Lex enteredGarrin’s quarters and heard the shower running. She snuck into the dressing room, not wanting to miss the show.
Sprawled on a massive chaise that could fit two football players, she waited impatiently.
A few minutes later, Garrin walked out of the bathroom rubbing his damp hair with a towel, another fitted precariously at his waist.
“Husband, your towel is loose.”
He strode over with a cocky grin. “Should I leave and properly cover myself?”
Lex snapped out her arm and plucked the towel from him. “Oh dear, it’s fallen.”
He tossed the towel he’d been using to dry his hair and covered her with his body. “Devil wife. I left our marriage bed not an hour ago.”
“I’ll have you know, I was very productive while you were gone. I helped Em redecorate your father’s quarters and grilled her for information on Amund.”
He rubbed his nose along her neck, seemingly breathing her in. “Did she admit to lusting after the Fae?”
“Not yet, but I’m wearing her down.”
He lifted and scanned her body as though considering round two of afternoon delight. “What else have you been doing?”
“Well, I stripped my husband and now plan to have my way with him.”
His silky hands slid her top up, and she raised her arms, giving him room to remove it. “I approve of how you spend your time,” he said.
“As if you have a say.” Her voice came out breathless as he kissed his way down her chest, his large hand covering her breast.
She looked at the top of his dark head. “As much as I’m enjoying our life of married leisure these last two weeks, I’m wondering if we should swing back into the Earth realm now that I’ve mastered my kick-ass magic.”
