and lose their centuries’ worth of magic and financial freedom."
"You're telling me this because it connects with Willow," I concluded.
"I know of their past relationship and their current friendship. She may not know it, but I believe that very connection is what is keeping the misfit bonded to this world."
That's how bad shit has been going?
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, for now. At this point, we have to do our own investigations, but I suggest you remain close to your woman and begin to train her. She is rather powerful on her own, but I suggest you figure out a way to trigger that power of hers. The psychotic one."
"How do you know all of this?" I questioned as my eyes narrowed.
"Any being who carries magic, it's my duty to monitor. You know that." He sighed. "It's a tough task, especially with your little group of Forbidden Fruit. How your princess managed to snag six endangered wolves of extraordinary power is a blessing no one will ever see coming."
"Six?"
"Prince Neo, Prince Onyx, Dark Lord Saint, Inferno Devil Jayce, and last surviving Heir of Pink Thunder, Dimitris," he revealed to my surprise. "Oh right, and you. Vincenzo Huxley."
Dark Lord? Inferno Devil? Pink Thunder Heir?
"I've given you enough to do your research, but I'm sure your princess will discover the truth to each of the men that surround her."
The traffic suddenly began to clear, and he fixed his seat.
"Guess my time is up," he declared.
"Zyair," I whispered. "Nothing can happen to Willow."
"You're correct," he replied. "Nothing bad should happen to Willow, but you'll be the decision-maker of that reality, brother," he whispered as his eyes met mine once more. "I'm sorry I can't grant you more time, or I would."
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly nodded my head.
"You've done enough for me."
"I'm glad you see that," he whispered. "Try to take things slow. I will schedule for you to visit later. Say it's business so your princess isn't worried. It'll be quick so you can at least say farewell to Mother."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Until next time, Viktor," he announced. "Make sure to not fall into the traps of the enemy. Who knew so many wished for your downfall? They'll hit where they know it'll hurt."
With those words, the divider began to rise up once more, and I caught a glimpse of his prism eyes before I was left to myself once more.
Peering down at Willow, I bit my lip before looking at the symbol in my hold.
Fool me twice, shame on me...
15
Love In Slow Motion And Shopping With My Bestie
~WILLOW~
"Going to the mall with Aurelia is completely different from 'I wanna fuck you because you're wearing a skirt that makes my cock twitch', Onyx," I summarized as I finished unraveling the last curl from the wand in my grasp.
I attempted to ignore the bulk of a fucker as he moved to stand right behind me while I turned the wand off and placed it on the marble washroom surface. Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I frowned while his provocative smile grew.
"You don't even care," I concluded while he began to run his hands through my tight curls, loosening them like he was now my hairstylist.
“Negative,” he replied. "Deep down I do care. At least somewhere in my heart."
"How romantic," I huffed, but enjoyed this moment of pampering as his fingers continued to run through my hair. It made me sleepy as he kept on working through it, the curls now loose but giving me the perfect shimmering glow.
It made it seem like I'd come out of the salon, my pink strands as vibrant as ever with their hints of white. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so "girly". To be going to the mall during the day as Willow was something that felt almost forbidden after years of going in the evenings before the stores closed.
Today I'd have all day to tour the mall with Aurelia and shop like a typical woman. It was a privilege many people took advantage of, being able to walk to various stores and pick what you wanted.
I didn't get much of that luxury because during the days I was William and if I dared try to pick something feminine in the public eye, I'd deal with the aftermath of girlfriend speculations.
Those were always a pain in the ass.
I wore a black rhinestone corset top with spaghetti straps. I paired it with a black kilt skirt that reminded