Sometimes I wished I could have just given them a sample and been done with it, instead of all the rigmarole they put me through.
But I supposed they weren’t only concerned with my seed.Perhaps they wanted to make sure my mind and demeanor were befitting a consort.
Who the hell knew.
“Right, I, uh, guess I’ll head to the...”He looked around.“Sylvia Wing?”he asked.
I pointed to the other end of the hall.“Straight down the hall and to the left.Pass the ostentatious coat of armor and you’ve gone too far,” I said dejectedly.
“Thanks,” he said with a frown.He looked me over in that annoying way he often did when we were alone.
Not out of desire or interest, but in a sort of sad, guilty sort of way.
It almost made me feel bad for the guy.
Almost.
I grunted out my response, not bothering to stick around any longer, lest I wanted to be late to my lesson on fucking forks and spoons.
CHAPTER3
Violet
“Well,well, if it isn’t Blackthorn’s favorite little bitch,” Delaney drawled, immediately covering her mouth, but her tone was more than humorous.
“Oops, I meantwitch.”
Wanda carefully settled a hand on her hip, glaring at Delaney in disdain.
“Yes, well, one of us has to be good at what we do.Not all of us can skate by on being a kiss-ass, now can we, Delaney?”Wanda cooed apathetically.I knew if I didn’t step forward, they’d start a magic duel before the clock even chimed four pm.
Perhaps this was a bad idea, after all.
If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought they were flirting with one another, but I knew Delaney had no desire for women the way Wanda did.Though to be fair, it was hard not to notice the leggy siren’s ethereal beauty.She was stunning.Short teal colored hair that was the perfect shade of her eyes, shimmering bronze skin that practically glistened in the sunlight pouring down on her, lighting her up like some kind of angelic creature.
“Wanda, I’m so glad you could make it,” I said, trying to be hospitable.In the months since my initial interruptedArdaim,I’d found Wanda to be less...prickly, I suppose.
I liked her.As long as I pushed aside the part of me that longed to compare myself to her, as long as I pushed away the knowledge that she knew mygancanaghintimately, I was fine.
But sometimes, just like at that moment, those festering, awful thoughts would hit me.
A few guards walked by, stealing glances at her, and all those insecurities game gushing back.
Perhaps this was the reason I hadn’t told Bane of her arrival.Perhaps there were some things I needed to let go before I could fully ascend and become bound.
Things a man or an incubus would never understand.
I didn’t hate Wanda.Far from it.I genuinely wanted to consider us friends, though I was still on the fence if she considered me one.She’d helped me when it mattered most, yes, because she, too, had been touched by my magic.
But she and Norman were attached at the fishy hip, and I never quite could shake the feeling perhaps if they hadn’t been together at that point, she would have let me flounder.
“Yes, well, when the alternative is spending three long months athomeback in Wales, a prison cell would have sufficed.”
Delaney rolled her eyes.“Just say thanks for having me like a normal person, Wanda.”
Wanda shrugged, her shoulder movements so graceful it should have been a crime.
“Speaking of prisoners, where’s Aquaman?”Delaney asked, her gaze full of mischief.She crossed her arms, flipping her red hair over her shoulder.
