“What did we miss?” She grinned at me, her face glowing. She’d obviously had a good lay.
“A lot,” I said, then debriefed her, skipping everything except the part where the deities froze Silas’s cock.
“You won’t believe it,” I said as we headed back to Killian’s penthouse. “Silas’s junk is actually small.”
“What the fuck?” Silas snapped, glaring at anyone who looked his way. “Why don’t you let those two freaks freeze Killian’s and Rowan’s dicks and see how largetheirsare.”
Rowan narrowed his eyes at Silas. “Why involve me? I didn’t freeze your dick and make it small. And I don’t appreciate you comparing yours to mine, putting that unwanted picture in my mate’s head.”
“I was fucked, alright!” Silas argued.
Louis, who had been too shocked to laugh in the room with danger looming, now couldn’t stop. He recounted Silas’s humiliation to Killian in vivid detail.
“I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit, but a frozen dick?” the vampire snickered. “You should’ve been there.”
As if they could compare notes afterward. The two chuckled mercilessly at the new shifter king’s expense, and none of Silas’s curses could stop them.
Silas was still holding his manhood protectively beneath the scarf. I’d bet he wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone tonight. Hemight not even get it up tomorrow due to the trauma. The last time Barbie kicked a guy in the balls to defend Bea, Cade had estimated the student wouldn’t be able to fuck a duck’s tight ass for a week.
But Silas was the most powerful shifter. I had faith he’d manage it.
“No shit.” Killian pounded the vampire prince’s forearm as the two of them continued to laugh at Silas’s expense. He was having a great time with my sister while Silas had gone through hell. In life, there was always a winner and a loser. And if I’d intervened two seconds later, Silas would have no dick. His face was still pale, his lips blue and shivering. He knew it, too.
“I didn’t even know they had that kind of sense of humor; a bit twisted though.” Barbie then asked the group, “Anyone want to enter the Red Room again?”
Only Cade and Killian wanted to give it a try.
“They aren’t in good shape now,” I told Barbie, shaking my head. “They used all their juice to freeze Silas and then fight me.”
“Another day, then,” Barbie said, then turned a syrupy smile on Silas. “Looks like you need a drink, Alpha Silas.”
Silas scowled.
“We all do,” Cade said.
“I want you all to vow never to tell anyone about this,” Silas demanded.
“C’mon, man,” Louis protested. “Be a good sport.”
Silas fixed him with a death glare. “Vow it,” he insisted. “Or I’ll bail from the Covenant!”
“You’re taking the dick thing too seriously,” Cade said.
“You can’t bail.” Killian grinned. “You already swore a blood vow.”
“They’re ancient gods who’ve been tortured for millennia, and half their essences are in Ruin’s gut,” I pointed out. “They’re not exactly stable.”
“Gross,” Silas muttered.
“What did you expect from them? A blanket and cookies?” I asked.
“That’d be a start,” he shot back, then calmed slightly. “Thank you for having my back there, Sy. I owe you one.”
“I’ll come to collect one day, wolf,” I said.
“She isn’t kidding,” Rowan added.
Silas blinked.
