fae, not so much. And the hellhounds and shifters, they despise him for what he does to his very own High Hell. So do not let there be any backlash toward Roman or your friends. We’ve worked too hard for this to be a deed done in private.” The darkness in her eyes flashes, and my mind reels to find an alternate path that doesn’t harm the High Hell or myself.
“The men are planning poison for you to deliver tonight during a special announcement.” Once more, I want to ask the details of this special announcement, but she doesn’t leave time for minor things like plans or particulars. “But as I said, they’ll put themselves in harm’s way by doing it in such a mysterious way. Trust me. Everything will be ready tonight. Just…don’t get stabby in the meantime.”
“What exactly—”
“No. Trust me. Tonight.” She nods until I too nod back at her. “No stabby,” she echoes with seriousness.
“Okay. No stabby,” I repeat, shaking my head at how foolish this conversation suddenly feels. But a half plan is better than no plan. And that’s all my men keep leaving me with.
I blink hard, and no matter how long I hesitate, my pounding heart never calms. Finally, I accept it for what it is. This is a real goal and an almost plan. Tonight. I’ll be ready.
When I look up to tell her just that, no one’s there. Dense darkness and eerie silence are all that she leaves me with in the empty hall.
The cry of a slow pulling hinge tears me away from searching the vacancy, and when I turn toward the sound of it, the Prince is already striding out to me. His palms push down my sides like I’m his favorite blanket he’s ready to wrap himself up in. His head dips low, and he nuzzles my neck with his lips already parted and his tongue ready to strike. But at the very last second, he pulls ever so slowly away, his lips curling back strangely with a questioning confusion lining his face.
Shit! I still smell like shit!
Thank the Goddess I fucking smell like flaming pig shit!
“You, um, you look delicious this morning,” he says stiffly but politely as he detangles himself from my apparent repulsive embrace.
Just to really solidify my disgusting unfuckable status a little more, I fluff my hair with a dramatic toss of my hand. “Thank you, my Prince.”
He audibly gags.
Zilo, I fucking love you. I take back every cruel thing I’ve ever thought about you.
Well, most of it.
I lift my hand to his sharp jawline, and my index finger barely makes sexy contact before he dips and dives away from my touch.
“I—” His throat clears harshly, almost like he’s fighting the urge to breathe regularly. “I have a gift for you, my lovely.”
I halt the funny business, and my hand drops to my side immediately.
A gift?
The Prince of Hell got me a gift…that’s…sweet. I guess.
I almost feel bad for leading him on. And yeah, the whole plotting his death stuff too.
“I’d like to make a special announcement tonight,” he says, and I nod quietly as if this is the first I’m hearing of the mysterious announcement. “After the announcement, I’d like to give you a very special gift to tell you how much you mean to me.”
The announcement. He’s going to announce that I’m his new bride of the century!
Confetti shoots off in my mind, and I just want to rub it in Roman’s face that I didn’t lose after all. I won.
And tonight, Prince Ravar will announce it. And then, I’ll fucking kill him to celebrate.
“You’re too generous, my Prince,” I coo.
“And you’re too salacious.” He takes a step toward me like he just can’t help himself.
But.
It seems he can.
His throat bobs, and he stifles a breath and a noise in his throat that sounds like barely contained vomit.
“Tonight,” he confirms as he takes a step back. “I wanted to have a talk with you first,” he declares, motioning toward his room, and at this point I am very assured he’s no longer thinking about sex. He may never think about sex with me ever again.
As it should be.
I smile sweetly and sway my hips this way and that to really stir up that pheromone smell the boys were ranting and raving about not so long ago.
The Prince’s bedroom consists of one thing and one thing only. An enormous circular bed with black satin sheets perfectly fitted across the fluffy mattress.
No quilts but endless