Wanda, true to her nature, did not seem bothered in the least.
“You know the Prince ofTír na nÓg?”Bane asked in surprise.
Wanda shrugged, inspecting her nails.“It’s a small ocean,” she said.
Desmond chuckled.“I would have thought you would be?—”
Before he could finish, Delaney sighed loudly and Desmond turned his face in her direction, his lips curling up into a smile.
“And who may this be, Violet?”he asked, licking his fangs.
Delaney cast him an annoyed glare.“Your worst nightmare if I don’t get my dinner,” she nipped.
Desmond’s eyebrows shot up and he laughed.
He just...laughed!
“That would be Delaney Caldecott,” Wanda drawled with equal disdain.
Desmond sauntered toward Delaney, taking her hand in his, and she pulled it back only slightly but his fingers still grabbed onto her.
She sucked in a breath, pursing her lips.
“The pleasure is mine, Delaney,” he said as he kissed the back of her hand the same way he had mine.
I didn’t miss the faint blush in her cheeks or the scowl on her face.
And then he simply dropped her hand, turned to my mother and grinned that charming grin that spoke volumes.
“Thank you so much for being sokindas to host my family, Queen Amaranth.”
His tone was sweet.Decadent.So different than it had been moments ago.
“Of course.I do hope you find your stay here...most inspiring,” she said as she guided us all to the table.
We took our seats in silence, which stayed until the first course was delivered.
CHAPTER6
Bane
The entirety of dinner,I could feel my monster clawing beneath the surface.
I never paid much mind to politics.Ever since I’d gone into heat, my focus was on one thing, though I hate to admit it.
Making sure I was properlyfed.Though as the years went by, the regular bouts of sex were not enough to keep me sated, and I had started to despise the reality that was my life.I was far too enraptured in my own disdain to pay much mind to the Dark Fae’s attempts to rule the realms.
The minute I saw him, I knew.
The Dark Fae Prince was like me.
An Incubus.
There’d been plenty of speculation about the true origin of my creature’s bloodlines, and while many wrote us off as demonic spawn—and they’d only be partly true—it would seem there was a small subset of individuals who continued to research our lineage and who bravely fought to prove the theory we were, in fact, born out of the fae bloodline.
Looking at Desmond was like looking in a mirror, but on the other side was a parallel universe where my kind were not ostracized or looked upon for lust and nothing else.
Desmond was Dark Fae, but he was a creature of lust.Who’d kissed my fiancée’s hand.
