Had he tasted her lust, seeping through her skin?
The thought made my monster angry, territorial.
It took everything in me to not fly across the table and attack the asshole, but I did not wish to start another war.Especially, when it seemed the Dark Fae weretoleratingus at the moment.
What was Queen Amaranth thinking inviting the royals who opposed her so to fucking dinner?
“So, Dezzy,” Norman started, breaking the silence.
Desmond looked up, raising one eyebrow in disdain.“You are to address me as Prince Desmond or Your Majesty, Mr.Chee.”
Norman shrugged, and I could not tear my gaze away from his aloofness.He was either an absolute idiot or he had a death wish.Which one I wasn’t entirely certain.
“Ah, yes, well, that’s just a formality.”Norman’s tentacles twisted in the air.“But we don’t have to be so formal, if we’re going to be hanging out together.”
“Hanging out?”Desmond chirped.
Norman stabbed his potato rather animatedly as he nodded.“I mean, we’re all here to enjoy the summer, aren’t you?”Norman bristled in his seat, looking next to him and that’s when I noticed the glare Wanda was giving him.
Violet leaned into my space.
“What the hell is he doing?”I asked.
Violet raised her eyebrows at me.“I have no idea, honestly.”
“Actually, Norman, that is a lovely idea,” the queen cooed.“I’m sure Sirus and Lithia and I can handle our...treaty discussions.I am sure you would rather spend time with your peers before you attend the Academy next semester.”
My blood chilled and the gasps could be heard throughout our end of the table.Desmond looked pale as I felt.
“As in...Blackthorn Academy?”I asked, dumbfounded.
Desmond sat straighter.“The one and only.It is the mostprestigiousacademy for those of us with...”He looked me up and down judgmentally.“Actual skills.”
I growled, my lips pulling back to show my fangs, but Violet’s hand on my thigh settled the monster clawing beneath my skin.
“Are you a first year?”She asked, as if he had not just insulted me.
The nerve of this asshole!
All rich idiots are the same.They think because they come from money or because they have privilege or magic in their blood they are better than everyone else.
Try me, Dezzy, I’ll show you my cursed skills, all right.
“Desmond will actually be going in alongside the second years,” Queen Lithia said proudly.“He’s quite gifted.”
“Oh, like you, Violet!”Delaney said with a grin.She leaned forward, her bright green eyes fixated on Desmond.
“You must be pretty powerful,” Norman said as he stabbed his potato again.
“Or perhaps he needs to learn from those with...actual skills,” Wanda bit.
I shot her a glare and she gave me a half smile that made me feel even more on the spot.
Was she...backing me up?
For fuck’s sake, what did they put in this wine?
“What’s your element?”Delaney asked before anyone could jump in and comment on Wanda’s very obvious insult.
