“This is our entertainment wing. This room is for special guests.”“A whole entertainment wing?” Excitement flickered in her tone. “That sounds fun. The Winter Court is so strange. I expected formalities and prudishness, not parties and…”Her voice trailed off, the excitement freezing as she stood near the glass wall. He sauntered over to look and froze. The glass wall separated them from another room below, one where writhing bodies were visible.“Sexcapades. We have lots of rooms for those too.” And he had forgotten that those activities still happened, even in broad daylight. He cursed his carelessness, already fretting. He watched her swallow.“Sex rooms,” she whispered.There were men and women, all magic, some he knew well. They were in various states of undress, as well as sexual positions that ranged from just starting to get into it, already reaching their climax, or slumped in a state of sexual fatigue. He followed where her eyes were glued and landed on a couple on the floo
There was an accusation there somewhere, though Pearl managed to make it sound like she was talking about something fun. Henry’s frown redirected to Pearl, but the short woman didn’t care. When Henry glowered, Pearl responded with the same scathing look.“This is official business and you are—”“Welcoming my sister, who was gone for a while and probably needs all the care and rest in the world—”“I just need to meet up with the Council,” Mabel interjected, cutting off whatever argument she could sense was broiling. “Now, if it’s possible.”“We will escort you—” Henry started again.“I will escort her. You can escort us if you’re that suspicious.”Again, Pearl managed to make it sound light, but Mabel could feel the tension in the woman’s shoulders. So, she hooked her arm around Pearl’s and led the way herself, leaving the two men no choice but to follow. Gunther soon led the way, quiet and formal, the distance he put between them allowing Pearl to ask her questions.“Where have you be
Holy shit. Holy freaking shit.” Pearl let out an expletive, then a whistle. Ruby shushed her, but a small smile formed on the younger woman’s lips.“Holy shit indeed,” Ruby mused. “Who is he?”“A wonderful man,” Mabel said honestly. “A magic who defies what the books say about Fae folks and…everything.”Panic blossomed. Giddiness rushed at its heels and she took their hands, unable to stop her affection from flowing—and heavens, it was all Brian’s fault and she loved him for it too.“I have to go back,” she repeated, grinning when they did. “Oh, heavens. I made him believe I was fine leaving him when I wasn’t. I have a lot of explaining to do. What if they don’t accept me back? What if he’s moved on already? What if—”Pearl squeezed her hand firmly.“Mabel, calm down. Don’t panic. You got this. And if he’s moved on already, then he will find out what the Sutton siblings’ wrath is like.” But the smirk died from Pearl’s lips. “But let me tell you that going back to La Fleur is difficult
Alicia.”“Yes?”“Is there any way—”A booming sound cut off his words. A second later, the walls shook violently, and Brian sensed the incoming pressure before he heard the whistle. Then an explosion shook him to his core, even while he reached for Alicia and hauled her toward him. More explosions came, each one louder than the last until he could see nothing but darkness as the ceiling and walls crumbled around him. But his shield was there to cocoon him and his sister, preventing them from getting crushed to death.The last explosion was the loudest, buzzing in his ears. Silence followed, prominent and eerie. Alicia coughed.“Are you okay?”“If okay means alive, then sure. You?”“Same.” He scanned the darkness, trying to find cracks in the debris. “We need to get out of here.”“Let me take care of that.”Frost hit him in the back, then the soles of his feet. It coated his shield and formed a thick, solid block of ice, matching the shield’s shape so as not to disturb it. He felt Alic
By killing lunatics like you.”A blast of energy wrenched his soul, then battered him inside out. Screams ensued. Belatedly, it dawned that the pain was dimming and his vision was returning. Then it registered that he knew that energy deep in his heart, and that was enough to kickstart his fighting spirit and rouse him back to awareness. There was so much brightness at first, making it hard to determine which way was up, but a hand clasped his and Alicia drew closer.“Heads up, Brian,” she ordered.Alan stumbled into view, face purple and eyes bulging red. Before the man could reach them, Alicia lifted their joined hands—and instinct drove into Brian, prompting him to do the rest as he swung their hands forward. Their energy formed to ice, sharp and brilliant…slicing straight through Alan neck until the man’s head detached from his body and rolled to the ground. The body followed, crumpling with a heavy thud, and a stone clattered beside the bleeding form.Alicia bent over to examine
Oh, my, I think we could be best friends now.”“Let’s not head in that direction too fast.” Alicia hummed. “Though I’m beginning to see that witches aren’t so bad, after all.”“Trust me. It’s just me. I’m marvelous.”Mabel gazed at them in exasperation while Brian tried not to laugh amid his arousal. When he tugged her to him again, she tugged back. He sobered when he realized she was no longer teasing him, her expression solemn as she shook her head.“What’s wrong, Em?”“Nothing. But you have to stop kissing me in public.”“I can’t help it. And that’s ridiculous.”But Mabel shook her head again and became preoccupied, glancing around. Figures milled about outside the safe room, the voices calmer and no longer buzzing with chaos.“Your folks,” she mumbled. “Your court. They will riot.”And then it clicked: her worry, why she was avoiding another kiss, and what she was protecting him against. But Alan’s actions and the way the rest came together made everything fall into place, and he
Sitri grinned down at his hand across the table. The pot was overflowing with ancient jewels, stacks of money from around the world, and sets of keys to cars and townhomes.We’d been drinking, smoking, and gambling for hours, and only three of us were left at the table in the private casino room. Ezequiel had taken his leave with a human he had brought for company. Without their constant cooing and flirting, Sitri was more alert and had won the last two hands.“It looks as if you have run dry, brother,” Brian balked from beside me, his tell.He had nothing, but the pot was full of my gold and cash.Between the three of us, Sitri likely had the best hand but was giving no indication if he would fold or hold out to see what Brian would wager.“I have a few tricks up my sleeve, don’t you worry,” I said. “What will you be betting? Your chips are gone, your pockets are bare, and your fingers have been stripped of their adornments.”I flicked my fingertips over the edges of my straight flus
I hadn’t seen Rhomi in ages, but we kept up through random messages and commenting on photos or status updates.A pang of feeling left out hit me.I’d left more than just friends in London. I’d left , as he preferred.We hadn’t been dating for long when I decided to return to the States. It had only been a few months, but he was already focused on a new job that had a promising future. One that wasn’t centered around his personal life or me.I opened up the text thread that he and I had sparsely used since I left. The last message from him was dated last week. “I miss you.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.I missed his smile. I missed the way he made me laugh. I missed the way he made me feel. But I couldn’t admit that I missedhim. Not after the fight we’d had that solidified my choice to leave.So instead, I scrolled up to a photo he’d sent me last month. It was finally warm in London and he had been at coffee with a few of our friends. The photo of the four of them holding up their take