I rolled my eyes, looking for a sharp comeback to take him down a peg or two. However, seeing him glance at my miniatures collection then wrinkling his nose in an unimpressed fashion instantly had my back stiffen.
“Ugh! Such a dreadful execution of a brilliant idea,” he mused aloud.
“Wow! Why don’t you just come out and say how you really feel?” I exclaimed, deeply wounded.
“I just did,” he replied in a factual manner, giving me a baffled look as if he was questioning my intelligence.
I poured my heart and soul into this project. Claiming that I had shed blood, sweat, and tears over this would not be a cliche or understatement. To have it so brutally trashed was devastating.
“Well that was unbelievably rude and hurtful,” I said in a clipped tone, floored that he should be so oblivious.
He tilted his head to the side, confused. “You want me to lie?”
I gaped at him. Was he truly this obtuse or just a douchebag?
“Get out,” I snapped.
“I haven’t cleaned—”
“GET OUT!” I shouted, pointing angrily at the door.
He made a face as if I was the most illogical creature he’d ever encountered, huffed, then exited the room. I slumped against the backrest of my chair and heaved a sigh, defeated.
Chapter 3
Vazul
Iswept the upstairs floors with far more strength than necessary, a clear sign of my aggravation. Then again, uneasiness might be a more appropriate word, which greatly bothered me. I definitely wasn’t digging the emotions emanating from my Coral. Even dampened by the distance, they tasted foul compared to those she expressed earlier.
I loved the repressed desire and blossoming fascination she felt towards me. There was nothing more delectable to me than to break the last resistance of a target eager to be conquered. And my Mistress wanted me to do all kinds of unspeakable things to her, once her consciousness reconciled with the secret wishes of her subconscious.
Why was she so damn butt hurt? I spoke honestly. The entire concept of her project was indeed brilliant. A simple glimpse sufficed for me to appreciate the creativity, the impeccable storytelling, the innovative approach she took with some of the furniture, and the harmonious flow of each element she created. It was truly wonderful. But the execution was beyond dreadful. The finishing was lacking. Some of the miniature furniture wasn’t properly scaled, or not perfectly even. The materials sheused for the shingles on the roof or to make the fake blankets were abysmal.
Instead of kicking me out, Coral should have thanked me for pointing out that her concept could be improved, then asked me to fix it. After all, that was the whole point of having a Liderc.
But she’s clueless about my kind.
How is that even possible? She hatched me. You didn’t waltz around with an egg under your armpit for hours just for fun. Granted, she claimed she had just retrieved it with nowhere else to put it, but I felt her care for the safety of my egg beckoning me. She feared I had gotten harmed at some point. So how could she claim she had no idea of what I was?
People usually were beside themselves with joy when they successfully hatched one of us. They understood our worth and how invaluable an asset we could be. But she didn’t want me. She genuinely wanted to get rid of me and cast me back from whence I came.
That truly hurt my feelings—something I never thought one such as I would ever say.
Obviously, she lusted for me. How could she not? Beyond the fact that I knew myself to naturally be very attractive, I was a sex demon. Our basic aura instinctively drew people to us. Despite that, she was still considering getting rid of me. And my words only fanned that flame.
That won’t do.
After all, I chose her, too. There was a reason so many aspirants failed to secure their own Lidercs. I wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. Anyway, she would soon find out it wasn’t as simple a task to accomplish. And I would make it even more impossible for her to achieve such a ridiculous goal. I washerLiderc, and she wasmyMistress. No one would take away what was rightfully mine without my consent. And I did not consent to parting with her.
Maybe I should just apologize...
But she ordered me to get out. However much I disagreed with any of her commands, I had to obey. Otherwise, I would have pointed out how unreasonable she was being. Therefore, I had to comply.
She didn’t forbid me from returning.
When it came to exploiting loopholes, demons and other netherworld beings excelled at finding the cracks they could slip through. An almost malicious grin stretched my lips before another wave of my Mistress’ conflicting emotions irked me again.
She kept going from distress to determination, defeat to hope, annoyance to confusion, and then right back to the beginning. I wanted to run back downstairs, spank the silly out of her, fuck her senseless to remind her of what a treasure she now possessed in me, then fix the messy parts of her project while she basked in the afterglow.
