A fire blazed inside me. “I told you I’m not interested. If I ever get Vixen, it will have nothing to do with your shit.”
He heaved a long sigh, and then he slapped his thighs and rose. “Very well. It seems you’re not the right monster for the job.”
“What fucking job?”
His ugly smirk curved his mouth up. “See, I have big plans for Vixen Legend, and I’d have been delighted if you, my son, had helped me achieve them. But you made it very clear you don’t want to.” He shrugged and ambled to the terrace. “It’s a shame because you were my first choice.”
My heart thrashed, and I grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, the other flaming with a fireball. “Back the fuck off, Devil. Haven’t you found your fucking precious queen already? What the fuck do you want with Vixen?”
“You misunderstood me. I have no interest in fucking this woman. I am loyal to Isabella.”
“Like you know the first thing about loyalty?” I tightened my grip around his neck, and the fireball blazed bigger. “Spit it out. What the fuck do you want from her? And why am I your first choice to help you get it?”
CHAPTER 25
SLASHER
Clink.
Clink!
My head snapped off the couch. “Stop that annoying shit, you motherfucking pri—”
Big blue eyes bulged at me from the kitchen. I swallowed my morning curses. I hated the sun despite the tattoo that made me able to walk under it. But Vixen shouldn’t suffer for it.
I cleared my throat. “Morning.”
She pinned her stare to the cup in front of her and used the little spoon in her hand for more clinking. “Morning. Are you always this pleasant when you wake up?”
I rubbed my eyes as I rose. “Yes. Could you stop that fucking noise?”
She hit the spoon twice on the rim with more force than she should have. The clinks banged my skull, and rage hurt my clenched jaws. The bitch was doing it on purpose. Maybe she deserved to endure my crappy mood after all.
She held her cup…of tea? She drank Earl fucking Gray? Why did we even have this shit in here?
“Okay. Someone is having a bad hangover.” She lifted her eyes to me, and she jumped, spilling the Queen’s shitty drink all over the floor, squeaking a “wow” while raising a hand to block me from her view.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Forgetting anything?”
“What the fuck are you bitching about now?” I scratched my balls as I staggered to the kitchen, seeking coffee, like every normal person in this country.
“Oh my God. You’re not stepping in here without pants.”
My eyes narrowed for a second, and then I looked down. Yup. I wasn’t wearing any. I wasn’t wearing anything. How wasted did I get last night? “Never saw a dick before?”
She gritted her teeth as she put her cup down, cleaning herself with a tissue. Then she made herself look at me. “Oh, I’ve seen so many.”
I smirked. “Yeah?”
Her gaze flicked at me. “I don’t mean it like that. Not that it’s any of your business, but I am far from promiscuous. I’m talking about people who act like dicks. Now, if you ever wish to have a conversation with me, pants are required.”
I yawned and stretched my arms and back. It gave her more of my semi-hard dick to see. She cursed in a whisper, but I could hear it loud and clear. I looked for my jeans. They were under the couch where I crashed. Then I jumped into them and entered her divine kitchen. “Happy?”
“Because you spared me the sight of your impropriety? Yes. Elated.”
“I liked it better when you called it a dick.”
