But when I’d overheard yet another male talking about his deluded fantasy about Wren, I had no choice but to offer him a bargain he couldn’t refuse.
The thoughts of both imps were downright disgusting. None of them had consensual fantasies, and my blood was boiling to the point I was sure my ice magic would evaporate.
I already worried about Grayson, especially with how she’d passed out last night with Lachlan just after speaking to him. I didn’t need to worry about any more idiots.
“She’s so fucking small, I swear. I bet my cock wouldn’t even make it halfway inside before I hit the end of her,” the imp with greasy blonde hair hissed to his friend. “And I’m a fucking imp!”
“No kidding,” the bald imp next to him replied as he chuckled. “I’d like to help her produce another white fox. I wonder if the reason she’s the last is that they’re so fucking hot nobody could resist taking them for themselves. Did you notice how perky her tits are?”
Going up to where they were hunched over a few open textbooks in the back of the library, I slammed my hands down on the table and shot them a careful grin. “I’ve got an offer for you.”
The first imp’s eyes went big as he stared up at me, and the other froze.
“You want someone to be intimate with, right?”
The first nodded slowly.
“I have a friend from the fae realm who loves…” I paused, leaning in closer, as their revolting scent pierced my nostrils. “Entertainingsupernaturals on the lower end of the hierarchy. I can introduce you, if you’d like.”
The bald imp grinned, opening his mouth to most likely agree when the other elbowed him in the face.
Imps were the lowest on the hierarchy because they bred stupid and weak.
“Entertaining how? Is she fucking us or are we fucking her?”
My lip curled at the derogatory vocabulary. No one would miss these two. “She’s open to compromise. It’s your pleasure she feeds off of.”
“Oh, shit, really?” he asked, putting his finger on his cheek before nodding. “Sounds great, but what do you get out of it?”
“Come with me, if you’re interested,” I told them, standing up straight and motioning for them to follow me.
They scrambled up and started to follow me like the horny imps they were, and we started walking out of the library and toward the edge of the Bestial Forest, where a fae portal was.
“I’m going to call for her, and she’s going to collect you back to the fae realm for your... pleasures. What I want you to do is”—I threw my hands out and icicled them to the tree—“stay away from Wren.”
They squealed, trying to pull the ice stakes from their shoulders as green blood oozed out of the wound and soaked their uniforms.
“Who the fuck is Wren?” the blonde one screeched while the bald one whimpered.
I forced the ice deeper into their shoulders until it went straight through and they fell to the ground. “She’s the arctic fox shifter you were talking about.”
Their faces paled.
“So, do we have a deal?” I grinned, stepping back so the imp blood didn’t get on my shoes.
“Yes,” the bald one replied in an instant.
I formed another ice spike in the air and sped it at the blonde until he screamed, “Yes! Okay! Deal!”
I dispersed the ice in the air right before it pierced through his face.
“Fantastic.” I clapped my hands together and walked toward the white stoned archway with a blue portal swirling inside. Shooting a puff of my ice magic into it, I focused on my cousin, Frayla.
She was part of the royal family, so she was able to get away with her illegal profession as a serial killer. Her victims were always lower hierarchy, and she only killed the ones who deserved it for one reason or another. She liked to give them what they desired most in the world before ending their lives and harvesting their blood for the fae market. Which I never understood, but I guessed give and take was the fae way.
A blast of snow flooded through the portal as my petite, slightly insane cousin strutted through with her hands on her hips. Her blue eyes scanned from me to the two bloodied imps back to me.
She grinned. “Did you get me two imps to play with?”
