Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,1

to admire her dark beauty, from her tall, slim body to the slight curves she possessed that accentuated her waist and hips.

She wore another black dress, one that gave off more of a professional vibe, while her vibrant green hair was in a crown braid style that complemented the business-like appearance. Adding her simplistic jewelry and the black glasses that sat on her face, she truly gave a secretary vibe which piqued my interest just slightly.

With the soft addition of dark red lipstick to finish her simplistic yet flawless face, Marigold could easily be a fae model for any agency that needed the perfect "Boss Lady" appearance.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," she greeted. The slight furrow of my brows led to her continuing with, "It's one eleven in the morning, Your Majesty. I figured you may still be up and decided a cup of tea would do you some good. It's a special blend for supernaturals."

"It's already a new day," I whispered. I genuinely didn't mean to ignore her kind gesture, but the fact that it was past one in the morning baffled me when my mind was stuck on this afternoon. "Thank you, Marigold," I finally continued. "You may retire for the morning."

"I still have some tasks to attend to, Your Majesty," she revealed with a serious expression. I noticed how dark those beautiful jewels were with the hint of moonlight reflecting upon their surface and I wondered if my eyes looked anywhere near as haunting.

I bet they were voided of emotion while attempting to maintain their common hazelnut appearance. With the heat still thrumming through me, my eyes could be a mix of orange and gold for all I knew. Not like it mattered.

"Is it in regard to the investigation?"

I almost laughed at my statement because it made me sound like some sort of investigator myself. It reminded me of Tristian and how he'd go from playful to stern investigator mid-conversation when he needed to.

She nodded just slightly, which told me she didn't have enough information to satisfy my curious mind. "That and our living arrangements."

"Land has been secured?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Her response brought some good news to the early morning. "You will need lots of rest to do what you're envisioning."

"I'm aware," I simply stated. "I'll attempt to rest for the remainder of the morning. Make sure no one disturbs me. I have no appetite for breakfast."

"Yes, Your Majesty," she replied.

When she remained in her spot, I decided to meet her lingering gaze. "What is it, Marigold?"

"We may have found a lead to your sister, Castalia," she revealed and waited for my reaction. When I didn't show any signs of emotion, she carried along, "Lokisura, or someone who looked like him, was seen going through a dark portal in the ground. The figure was definitely carrying someone, which gives me a strong hunch that your sister is alive but unwell or injured from the blast. I'm working on getting access to the Underworld like you and Omarion have requested..."

"But?" I knew there would be a but when she trailed off mid-sentence.

"You may require the assistance of the Prince of Level Six."

I knew who she was referring to so I slightly nodded. "Alright. Let's do what we can for now and gather as many trails as we can. Keep your eyes on the prize."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

She bowed her head and turned to leave but I mumbled, "Marigold?"

She paused in her movement.

"Are you disgusted by me?"

"Not at all," she replied with a hint of emotion in her response. "You're a strong woman, Cassandra." Her voice was softer now. "A queen who will show this side of our world what consequences lie ahead when one's strength is underestimated."

"Your loyalty is appreciated," I whispered with an inch of a smile. "Thank you, Marigold. You may do what needs to be taken care of and rest."

"I'm always at your service, Cassandra," she assured me and looked back to give me a smile that actually reached her eyes. It still carried a hint of sadness, but it was the most emotion we'd shared since everything happened. "Please, rest."

"I'll try."

With one final look and a nod, she looked away and walked right into a conjured portal - leaving me behind in the quiet room once more.

Reaching for my tea, I decided to take my time drinking the hot beverage. Its calming properties weren't ones to take lightly, for by the time I finished the cup, I was completely relaxed to the point where my mind