Marvels and Misfits (Trixie Towers #1) - Scarlett Dawn Page 0,51
roof-wall covering the gorgon’s registration desk—caught.
King Athon’s black eyes narrowed to ominous slits. He muttered under his breath, “Good fuck, she is like a damned babe playing with a pack of rabid wolves.”
Father snapped his fingers at me. “Come on.”
I cleared my throat and lifted my chin. I walked at a sedate pace, not giving in and sprinting like I wanted to. I grumbled, “There was nothing back there of importance, anyway.”
King Traevon leaned toward me, whispering, “Let’s not tell King Elon you were back there.”
“Of course not.” I sniffed.
King Athon growled softly, bending far down to stare directly into my face. “What else aren’t you telling us about the Blood Forest, Princess Trixie?”
“I have already stated what was told to me.” I shrugged. “If you don’t believe that, I don’t particularly give a damn.”
King Athon continued to stare into my eyes, not moving away. “King Traevon, I might just strangle your heir.”
“King Athon, I might just chop off your head,” Father responded. “Get away from her at once. I won’t repeat myself.”
“All right. I’ll get away from her.” King Athon’s lips curved into a wicked sneer. “I don’t apologize for this. I just wanted you to know that, Princess Trixie.”
I snorted. “Apologize for what—”
The strap of my bag was off my shoulder before I even realized he had moved.
King Athon stood five feet away from us. My bag was in the crook of one of his arms while he untied it with his other hand. He muttered, “If either of you wants this badly enough, come and get it.”
I snapped my mouth shut and mumbled in disbelief, “He just took my bag, Father.”
“That he did.” King Traevon crossed his arms over his chest. “Is there anything in there worth fighting him for?”
I thought hard about that. Then I shook my head. “Nothing worth a king dying over.”
King Athon rifled through my bag with one brusque hand, ruining my precious packing job. He shook his head, rumbling, “How many pairs of socks does a person need? Holy fucking Fae, this is bizarre. Even for a royal.”
“I don’t like wet feet,” I mumbled in my defense.
His head cocked to the side in thought, and then he started going slower, squeezing each of the socks I had rolled up.
“Fuck,” I breathed quietly.
Father peeked at me from the corner of his eye.
King Athon stopped on a red pair of socks and gripped them harder. He didn’t say a word but brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. A moment later, he tossed them back in and kept searching.
Thank the Fae. That was my new bottle of drugs.
I didn’t change my posture, even as relief rained down.
Father tensed. “What was that? What did you find?”
“Nothing of importance, nosy father,” King Athon stated brusquely, not glancing up from his exploration. “If she wanted to tell you her personal business, I’m sure she would. I am trying to give your daughter a modicum of privacy while I do this.”
Father grunted and crossed his arms.
I would have to hide those soul mate pills elsewhere.
My father was not one to give up.
King Athon stopped on a green pair of mittens that were balled up and brought those up to his nose for a grand sniff. Solid black eyes lifted to mine slowly, and he muttered dryly, “Really, Princess Trixie?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “You never know when you’ll need it. I’ve found it comes in handy more than you’d expect.”
He snorted and tossed it back in and went back to messing up my bag. The shifter king blinked slowly and gradually lifted his hand from my bag, one finger pointed to hold a dangling pair of steel shackles.
King Athon simply looked at me.
I pointed at my father. “His idea. Not mine.”
The shackles dropped back into my bag, and he was searching once more. He stopped on another object and brought it out for all to see—a black lace bra.
Father barked, “What in the Fae fuck are you doing?”
King Athon brought it up to his nose slowly, sniffing at the clasp, his brows crinkling in confusion…and then in understanding. Those black eyes narrowed at me. He snarled, “Gareeisha poison? Where in the realm did anyone in your position even get this?”
“I know people,” I stated bluntly.
Father stared in surprise. “That is found under the farthest rock in the ocean right near the edge! Who do you know that would sell that to you?”
“He didn’t sell it. I stole it from him.” I lifted a bored eyebrow at both