“Okay, I’m not saying you should do this…” Tanya’s lips turned up in a mischievous smile. Myanin fully appreciated the sadistic glee on the woman’s face. “But considering Tenia can make him do whatever she wants, I say we have some fun with him.”
The djinn raised her eyebrows. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, how hilarious would it be to make him sit there dressed up like a little old lady? We can make him knit us some sweaters.”
Dillon’s brow drew low. “Are you bored, babe?”
The warlock queen sighed and shook her head. “Oh dear. When we decided to hold him, I didn’t mean for our own amusement.”
Myanin chuckled. “Entertainment around here is lacking, no offense, queenie. And she has a point. We have someone who has to do whatever we say. He’s completely in our power. That opportunity doesn’t come along every day. The possibilities are endless.”
Tenia shook her head and grunted. “My ability is not a sideshow act for your amusement.”
Tanya’s smile dropped. “You’re right, Tenia. I apologize.”
“Don’t let her cow you too easily, Tanya,” Myanin said. “She’s as sadistic as the rest of us. She just hides it better.”
“Maybe you should take notes on that,” Lilly offered. She hadn’t said much in the way of how she felt they should deal with the vamp, but then for all they knew, Lilly had had a vision and couldn’t say crap about it, so she was choosing to stay quiet instead.
The djinn looked thoughtful. “I appreciate your insight, your majesty. I’ll take it under advisement.” Myanin bowed her head and smiled.
“Maybe you’re right, Tanya.” Tenia assessed their prisoner. “He is an ass, and he deserves to be tortured. I’d say instead of making him sit here knitting us sweaters, I make him sit butt-ass-naked on a busy street during rush hour.”
“Again,” Lilly said, “he’s not here for our daily dose of entertainment.”
Myanin knew that everyone was mostly joking, which is why they were brushing off Lilly’s comments.
“Wow, that would be worse than the beating Myanin already gave him,” Dillon said.
The vampire appeared nonplussed. “You do realize that I’m centuries old, don’t you? Do you think I care about being naked in front of a few humans? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Shut it, Claude.” Myanin turned to her best friend. “Why didn’t you take away his ability to talk?”
Tenia sighed. “Because at one point we actually needed him to talk.”
“Right, right, right…” Myanin nodded. “But not now. Now, we don’t need to hear his smarmy, vampy voice.”
Claude’s eyes moved to look at Myanin, which was the best he could do since he couldn’t actually move his neck. “Do you think being a vampire actually affects how my voice sounds?”
Myanin tilted her head as she looked at him, continuing to toss her knife. “I don’t know. Was your voice this annoying when you were human?”
Dillon chuckled. “Never a dull moment with you, is there?”
She blew out a breath that puffed her cheeks up. “Life’s too short to be dull.”
“Umm,” Tanya’s face scrunched up. “You’re immortal. So, life isn’t actually short for you.”
“Technically”—Myanin kept her eyes on Claude—“I’m human and only as immortal as my mate.” She pointed to Gerrick, who stood with his arms folded in front of his chest as he leaned against the wall. “So, if he dies then—”
“Don’t die.” Tenia snapped and glared at Gerrick as if he was the one who’d nearly gotten himself blown up in cold fire.
The fae held up a finger to Myanin. “And don’t you dare bring up the damn cold fire. I had no choice, and you know it. Now make like that icy movie chick and let it go, or you will never eat another piece of cotton candy in your life.”
“Ouch,” Dillon breathed out.
Tanya frowned. “You watched a human kid’s movie?”
Myanin shrugged. “Tenia told me to stop letting Torion watch all the good stuff. What are we left with? Let it go, icy chick.”
