When she was finished, Daphne sighed. “Someone really needs to kick Enzo’s ass.”
I met her gaze in the mirror. “Are you volunteering for the job?”
“Hell no.” She yanked the cord from the outlet and wrapped it around the dryer. “I enjoy breathing. Plus, I need at least a few more years to have flings with royals.”
“Royals?” I glanced up at her. “You’ve had flings withroyals?”
“A few actually.” Her smile nearly took over her entire face.
I smacked her arm. “You can’t say that and not provide details.”
She giggled, gently squeezed my shoulder, and flopped back on her bed. “What happened with Enzo tonight?”
My body ached as I stood, crossed the room, and climbed onto her bed. We both shifted until our backs rested against the wall, our knees angled toward each other. It seemed her bed had become my classroom for learning about the Night Sons.
“I agreed to be Enzo’s Fawn,” I said.
Her hand flew to her chest. “Blair, are you fucking nuts?”
“I was left with no choice! The asshole was literally drowning me and said he’d kill me if I didn’t!” Rubbing my arms, I pulled my knees to my chest. “Enzo said anyone who knows about the Sons, outsiders, ends up dead.” I turned to face her. “How do you know so much about them and are still breathing?”
I needed as much information as I could get.
Anything to help me stay alive.
With a sigh, Daphne tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess you’re a Fawn now, so it’s safe to tell you.”
I scooted closer.
“My mom was a Fawn, and my dad was a Son.”
My mouth hung open, but then relief trickled inside me.
Daphne could tell me how her mom had survived being a Fawn.
“Was your mom your dad’s Fawn?” I asked her.
Her eyes glazed over as she nodded before looking away. “He’s a disgraced Son now. Banished, but, hey, at least he wasn’t killed for it.” She shrugged as pain furrowed her face. “I grew up around the Night Sons. My father ranked high and was very involved, so information was spoken openly around me because they expected me to follow in my mother’s footsteps. The Night Son who selected me would marry me, and I’d live out the legacy they’d planned.” She peered away. “But it didn’t work out that way.”
Scooting closer, I rested my hand over hers, trying to provide the comfort she kept supplying me. “What happened?”
“Blair, babe, do you not follow politics?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t see my first TV until I was seventeen. My reading choices were very limited, so no newspapers.”
“Seriously? What about the internet?”
“Not until college.”
“Jesus! How’d you entertain yourself?”
“I grew up with strict parents.” I nibbled on my lip in guilt.
Daphne had told me so much about herself while I kept everything about me so hidden.
“My father was a senator and plotted to assassinate the president,” she revealed with a grim expression on her face.
“What?” My jaw dropped.
