“What? It’s so true.” She winked.
Finn shrugged a shoulder when I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. He was in agreement with her, his expression smug, a man who knew he was exceptional in the carnal acts.
My cheeks still burned in embarrassment, but my tone was droll as I muttered, “Don’t you have some golems to kill, Mr. Baker?”
He chuckled at my snub, enjoying my uptight attitude. “You’re right. I can’t let Cass have all the fun.” He pointed one of his knives at Megan. “Get Poppy inside and make sure the three of you aren’t killed.”
With his parting words, he raced into the madness surrounding us, his blades sure and steady as he sliced off golem heads with expert ease. Even wearing a tuxedo.
“Damn, he’s amazing with blades,” Megan murmured.
I nodded, reluctantly agreeing with her.
“Okay, let’s get Little Miss Princess in here with us. I don’t want General Carvene—or Mr. King—hunting me if she dies on my watch.”
“You’re exactly spot-on to the truth,” I whispered.
More than she knew.
Mr. King would lovehuntingher.
We slipped out of the glass room.
I took Poppy’s arms. Megan took her feet.
Together, we lifted her slight weight with ease, carried her carefully into the glass room, and placed her on the floor. While Megan raced to slam the door shut, I stayed crouched next to Poppy and ran the pad of my finger over the blood on her arm where she had been cut. There wasn’t even a scratch beneath the blood, her body healing in a few minutes—or sooner.
Was she a beast too?
Perhaps a magical creature? Immortal?
I wanted answers to all of my curious questions.
If only I were brave enough to ask a monster.
I wasn’t sure if I was. Even if he was ahottie.
Though, I did have one question I wasn’t afraid to ask. I turned my attention to Megan as she peeked under the bottom of Poppy’s dress.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Weapons.” Megan grinned, sticking her hands far under Poppy’s dress, her arms disappearing all the way up to her shoulders. “I knew she wouldn’t go without.”
She extracted two short blades hidden beneath the princess’s dress. Megan spun them in her hands, staring at the shiny and well cared for steel. She hummed in appreciation. “These will do.”
I pulled the hem of Poppy’s exquisite dress back down to her black combat boots. I hissed, “Let’s not tell anyone you touched her like that.”
“Good idea.” Megan chuckled, but her blue eyes were serious as she stood and surveyed the fighting around the enclosure. “Those things are slow, but they’re getting closer.”
