Her eyes flickered between mine.
A smile spread across her small features.
I snorted. “Don’t look too much into it, Harmony. I’m simply curious about the eldest Overlord.”
“Sure you are,” she drawled, and turned to her computer. My assistant started tapping on her keyboard at lightning speed. “You and the rest of the single vampires out there looking for an amazing fuck. I’ve heard he is, by the way, if you’re wondering.”
Thank God her back was turned to me.
I was pretty sure I flashed a little fang there.
I cleared my throat. “Anyway, is that something you can find online? Or will it take some snooping on your part.”
“No, it’s pretty much all here. Even with photos and historical information. Though there may be a few that slipped through the cracks of the Royal fans.” She tapped once more with finality, then pointed at her screen and turned her attention back to me. “See? Some crazy even made a website just for him. You have one too, which I’m sure you already know. All the Royals do.”
“Hmm.” I bent at the waist and used her keyboard to flip through the pages of Lord Belshazzar’s fan page. There were, indeed, hundreds of photos of him with other vampires. Some were innocent enough while others caught him in a liplock with women and men. I cleared my throat again and straightened, attempting to keep my expression blank. “I want you to cross-reference all of these people with anything work related happening at that time. I only want a list of the ones who didn’t have business here.”
“So his fuck buddies, purely for pleasure?”
“Exactly. And I want it soon.” I turned on my heel and moved toward my office. But I stopped dead in my tracks, finally seeing what was inside my open office. I gawked. “What in the flying fuck is all that?”
Harmony snickered behind me, bending over on her chair to peer into my office along with me. “That, your majesty, is all of the files on the current laws against vampire women that you asked for.”
My mouth bobbed while I stood stumped.
She waggled her finger, darting it in a zigzagging pattern. “I left you a path through the boxes to your desk. There’s enough room for you to squeeze in there if you turn sideways.”
“Harmony!” I shouted in exasperation. I jammed a finger at my box-filled office, the tops reaching the ceiling, half the brown boxes coated with dust—and what appeared to be mold they were so old—and pivoted to glare straight into her gaze. “Get that shit out of there. I can’t conduct business with a mess like that stuffed in my headquarters.”
“You asked—”
“I know what I asked for. But I didn’t expect you to turn my office into a storage closet.” More finger jamming at my office. “I want that chaos out of there by tomorrow. And then, I want you to find the oldest laws first. Review them. If they have nothing to do with the Original vampire laws, then hand them over to me.”
My assistant nodded her head slowly. “All right.”
I lifted my hands in front of me, palms upward like I was carrying something small so that she completely understood what I was saying. “I mean, you hand me afew filesat a time. Understood?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I get it, your majesty.”
This is what I get for hiring an assassin as an assistant. Ask her to kill someone? Check. Done in a blink. But ask her to do, you know, assistant work? Boom. My workplace looks like a giant took a moldy shit in my office.
She glanced back into my room and shook her head at all the work she’d have to do—again.
I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “I appreciate you doing this, Harmony. We’ll get there. I’m sure.”
She tilted her head at my bodyguard, who was studiously ignoring us and standing against the wall silently—always silent. “May I borrow Crow for a few hours to help move the boxes? They’re heavy.”
I shook my head. “He has to stay with me. You’ll need to find someone else.”
“Phoenix then?”
“He’s guarding my bedchambers right now.” My head cocked. I eyed her clenched hands. “Do you have a thing for my bodyguards?”
Harmony snorted…while a small blush formed on her cheeks. “No, your majesty.”
I droned, “You kill for a living, and yet your cheeks pink at the mention of two handsome men.” I shook my head slowly, turning serious. “I can’t order you to do something in the love department, but I would advise against crushing on them. They are my personal guards while I am queen. Neither one of them will have time for any type of relationship. You will only be hurt if you allow your infatuation to—”
“I understand,” she whispered harshly, cutting off my speech. She didn’t look anywhere near Crow, her face flame red now. “No more daydreaming about being their Harmony-meat sandwich.”
