Page 14 of Veiled Vixen

Is Veila beautiful? Sure. Do I want to fuck her? No. I don’t care how excited my cocks get, my boys are not interested. There’s no love behind the way she gets me hard. That’s just engineered biology.

“Are you done?” she asks, her brows tilting in towards the center of her eyes.

“Sure. I’m done.”

“So you think I’m lying?”

“About the baby? Or about killing all the people?”

“We can start with the baby, if you’d like.”

“Yes, Veila. I think you’re lying.”

She stands up, straightens her long skirts, and says, “Fine. Come with me and I’ll prove it.”

Her bright, flashing eyes lock with mine as she approaches me, some weird mixture of colors I’m not sure has a name—silver, and gold, and pink—so that they almost look… violet. Then with one hand on my chest she pushes me back as she slides past and heads towards the door.

“Come with you where?”

“The medical facilities. Presumably you have an imaging machine up there somewhere?”

“I… have no clue.”

She stops and looks over her shoulder at me. “Trust me. You do. I’ve already used it to verify the pregnancy. But we can do it again.”

Then she beckons me with one crooked finger, turns around, and walks through the door.