“Question, Fergy,” I said as I twisted my hand, letting the butterfly skitter across my knuckles, flexing its wings with renewed vigor.
He gulped, his gaze still settled on me.
“Do you know the difference between a butterfly and a moth?”
Ferguson shook his head.“No, sir, I do not.”
I stroked the tiny antenna with my forefinger, noting how delicate, yet soft the touch was.
“Then perhaps, Fergy, you should step away from your dinner plates for once,” I said as I lifted my hand and the butterfly flew off without a care.“And appreciaterealbeauty.”
And then I coolly sauntered across the room and walked out the door, toward the one place I favored above all else in this castle.
The library.
I walked through the aisles of books, taking in the warmth of the ambiance there.The stained glass windows cast hazy fractals of light among the dusty tomes.It was peaceful.I wandered through the shelves, getting lost in my thoughts of what had transpired here earlier between Violet and I.My cock twitched in my pants just at the thought of sinking inside of her again.
That was, until I heard someone call my name.
“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” a familiar apathetic voice drawled.
I turned to see Wanda, languidly spread along a chaise with a book in her hands.My gaze settled on her long, illustrious bronze legs.Incubi tended to be larger even in our human forms, and it was hard pressed to find a creature or human who matched us in height.Even by siren standards, Wanda was a rarity.She nearly matched me in height, and despite her lithe looking frame, she was not without strength, either.
Especially when she shifted into her true, siren form.Though most people attune sirens to be alluring and beautiful—which they are, in theirhumanform—in her true form, like me, she was a monster.
Those long, bronze legs became scaled with talons instead of toes, those thighs became slippery like fish skin.Her long, coffin-shaped nails turned to talons and her teeth became weapons.Razor sharp, like a shark.
Though sometimes, I believed you could see her monster beneath her stunning visage if you looked hard enough.
“Well, that didn’t take long, now did it?”I bit.
She scoffed at me, flashing those long thick eyelashes up at me with a devilish grin.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Bane.”
It was my turn to scoff.“What are you reading?How To Be A Bitch In 10 Ways Or Less?”
I slid my hands into my pockets.
She apathetically turned the page.“How To Tame An Incubus, 101, actually.”
“Fuck you,” I nipped.
She turned the page.“Been there, done that.Wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.”
I rolled my eyes.“So you say, but I remember your experiences very differently.”
She set her book down, glaring at me with her aquamarine eyes.“Of course you do.You were high off my siren toxin.”
Her answer pissed me off and I knew it shouldn’t, but fuck...
Wanda Fischman knew how to strike a nerve.She was as vicious as a great white.
“What are you doing here, Wanda?Truly?”I crossed my arms.
She raised an eyebrow.“In this library?I’m trying toread.”
“You know what I mean.Don’t play coy with me.I know you.”
