Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,60

was better late than never.

The topic made me wonder if Castalia was well or still recovering from the incident like I was. Our connection wasn't strong in terms of sensation or anything close to what Otis and Adonis carried as twins, but I knew within my heart that she was still alive.

That was what gave me a bit of relief whenever the thought of her came to my mind. I hoped Mother was well, and as for Constantine, I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd have to venture back to Dubai and confront him.

If I can ever leave this place now that I'm queen.

So many questions and responsibilities, but as of now, my current dilemma was making sure the new lingerie size fit my body to Adonis's liking while attempting to figure out why the tub was filled with fucking chocolate.

No. Not bits of chocolate in various wrappers, but luxurious chocolate-fountain-worthy chocolate melted to the perfect smoothness. I could only assume it was milk chocolate.

"See, the whole chocolate bath thing wasn't my idea," he reasoned. "That was the dragon arse of a god."

"Omarion?" I'd begun to translate their random nicknames for my poor dragon god out of mere instinct, but it was clear, even with everything we'd gone through with Omarion joining our crew, it would take a little while - more like a good decade if we're lucky - for them to finally accept him.

"Did he promise you chocolate?" Adonis offered the reminder. "Or was it more like 'You'll douse me in chocolate and lick every bit off before eating me up and fucking me senseless' to which he agreed?"

"Yes, I did offer that, but that didn't mean fill a tub with the finest milk chocolate in the land! How the hell did you guys get chocolate here?! Plus, I thought you randomly chose this room."

"My decisions are never random, Cassandra," he practically growled with a playful smile as he admired my figure. "Besides, licking chocolate off your body or soaking up in chocolate still sounds like a fine dessert to enjoy with good company."

"I can already feel the UTI I'll get from this," I complained. "Can I put clothes on?"

"No," he replied, still looking amused as ever.

I sighed and decided to look around the room in wait for Adonis to figure out what he wanted to do. He always had these creative moments where he needed you to remain in a specific place so he could garner inspiration for a song or the rare occasions where he had some sort of fashion idea.

I wasn't sure what to think about, my mind flooded with so many things that it seemed impossible to hold onto a single string in the sea of thoughts. Sooner or later, I'd have to make a to-do list or something to aid me in all the tasks we had ahead, but I wondered if we'd even have enough time to do what had to be done before Wilfried made a move.

The pressure was truly on, which made it harder to simply enjoy this brief moment of stillness. To enjoy being in the presence of one of my lovers like the many times I'd wished and dreamed for in the crappy cell in supernatural prison.

I briefly wondered how the other girls were doing. Was Alisha done with whatever training she was receiving? How was Ivy and the family stuff she'd been dealing with? Not to forgot Celeste. I'm sure she was doing something empowering.

We may not have been super close, but I hoped they were all well, especially in these times of tension. That made me wonder what would be approaching us in the morning. Would the national news be discussing this place?

Would drones be trying their best to enter the protective walls to get visuals of what was going on? So much could happen in the next few hours, and yet I could barely get over the fact I was standing in my underwear, feeling unconfident, and wondering how a chocolate bath was going to make me feel better while avoiding the possibility of a UTI.

Gosh...I guess I should be happy I shave down there on the regular or may the heavens bless this man when he tries to go through that chocolate-covered forest.

"Cassandra."

My sudden flinch was from my obedient movement to turn my full attention to the individual who called my name. The powerful voice that held possessive energy to it was obviously from Adonis, and the way his eyes