“Oh…it definitely was.” King Ula interrupted my glaring and snorted in hilarity. “Speaking man to man, King Traevon, I would suggest never admitting you have the smallest dick in the room. It is highly unwise.”
“Yes, well. I suggest you not start undignified fights while we’re journeying to save my daughter.” I harped immediately. Then I added—because it was amust. “My soul mate, Minnie, has no complaints in the bedroom. My cockisrather large for my kind.”
“Congratulations.” The King of Dragons gazed at me as if I had gone mad. “Just…take my advice on this one, King Traevon. Don’t ever say that again.Neveragain.”
“You are vastly annoying,” I muttered and then glowered at the still snickering snake,hissespunctuating each of his laughs. “And if that bastard doesn’t stop snickering like an ill-mannered youth, he’ll know what gorgon nuts roasting on an open fire truly smell like.”
King Ula dropped his head back in exasperation and gazed up at the darkening sky. “This venture is doomed.”
“Fuck you,” I griped.
My daughterwouldbe safely home soon.
Snapping my fingers at the gorgon king, I growled, “Come now, man. Enough of the bloody theatrics. We have a job to do.”
King Elon wiped tears off his face and returned to stand next to us, taking in gulping breaths to calm himself. “I am ready.” He snorted a few times but held his head up high. “I will not laugh again at the teeny-peeny standing next to me.”
“Please.You probably have a one-eyed staring contest with your own cock to get it hard.” Then, turning my aggravated attention back to the dragon king, I mused thoughtfully, “Must we bleed on the forest to be allowed entry?” That was how we’d entered before.
“No. That will end with your death.” King Ula removed a large blade from its sheath hooked on his thigh. “I’m the one who’ll bleed to permit your entry. Do not lose sight of me at any time, or you will perish. Do you understand?”
My red brows furrowed.
But I nodded slowly.
The King of Dragons sliced his thumb with a quick flick of his wrist and pressed the pad of his bleeding finger to my forehead. I jolted in place and held still as he whispered words I couldn’t understand. It was a spell of sorts, his incantation vibrating the air around me. His golden eyes met mine, and he breathed out his magic faster and faster and faster.
I sucked in a harsh breath.
Suddenly, I was floating in the air.
But…something wasn’t quite right.
Not right at all.
King Elon’s shamrock green braids shot into the air, fatal snakeshissingfuriously as he bore down on the dragon king. He snarled, “You turned him into a Fae fucking butterfly. Fix him now, you devious piece of Fae shit.”
What…Was I a butterfly?
Well now.
That explained how odd this was.
Once I was turned back, it would be dragon balls burning in a bonfire. I’d even feed them to my pigs once charred properly. That one Minnie loved so much. It would be a fabulous treat for the overweight oinker.
King Ula patiently shook his head. “This is how we cross over. As butterflies.” His golden eyes evaluated me where I hovered in the air, beating my wings. “He is rather beautiful in this form. As bright red as his royal firepower, I suppose.”
I flew forward and batted at his face, highly disturbed that he hadn’t warned me about this bullshit—even if he had a silver tongue.
Absentmindedly shooing me away, he looked to his left and squinted. “Who the fuck’s coming down the lane? They seem to be in quite the hurry.”
I couldn’t even glance in that direction, keeping the game-playing Fae in my sights as he’d instructed.
“Oh my.” The snakes of King Elon’s hair fell and turned back into braids as he explained quickly, “That’s Minnie.”
Ah…shit.
I believed she’d received my missive.
