Horus eyes Shadow and Devil uneasily who are still laid out guarding the throne.
Then he offers me a mocking bow with a flourish. His long curls brush the floor.
Horus is similar enough to Lanlin to make me uncomfortable; his incense scent is intoxicating, as are his deep gray eyes. Yet a layer of falseness smothers each of his movements.
Horus reminds me of a crocodile lurking underneath the river waters, trying to trick you that it is safe to wade in and swim with it.
I’m sure, however, that Horus would devour me with his sharp teeth if I did.
Horus steels himself to step closer to the demonic lions, who growl warningly, holding out his hand to me. “You may call me Hor, my future Queen.”
“Call you awhore?” I ask, attempting for innocent.
Daire laughs.
Horus’ charming expression sours, and he drops his hand. “Try it.”
“Step. Away,” Lanlin warns.
Horus twirls with a look of mischief. “My fangs were hardly in her delicious neck.”
I shrink back in the bone throne.
Theyethangs unsaid in the sentence.
Is it a threat?
“In your vampy dreams,” I mutter.
Horus laughs awkwardly like he has never been rejected by an Omega before.
He draws away from me. “Charmed, I am sure.”
“You are acting like a mosquito buzzing after a wolf.” Lanlin’s gaze drops to Shadow just for a moment.
Instantly, she sits up. Shadows flare out of her mane.
Horus stumbles down the steps in fear.
Sobek catches his younger brother in his arms, smoothing his hand comfortingly down Horus’ neck.
Sobek touches his scar for a moment, taking a single, steadying breath.
His expression darkens.
Then he pushes his brother away from him.
“My Queen,” Lanlin’s sultry voice is low enough for me to hear, and my gaze is fixed on the plushness of his lips as he leans closer to me, hiding us behind the veil of his hair, “are you insulted? Do you wish me to tear off his knot and present it to you along with the courting gift of honey cakes?”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
So tempting.
Also, lucky that Lanlin didn’t ask Daire because he’d definitely have saidayeto that.
I shake my head. “I’m okay. Your throne could do with a cushion to make it comfier, you know, because of all the bones.”
I bounce up and down to prove my point.
