The woman in red stood on the steps, introducing herself as the wife of the Minister of Defense, Larissa Ferdinand, and - as if on cue - Ferdinand beamed emptily as his wife of fair skin and dark hair with a winged eyeliner brought the room back to herself.
Flashing those pearly-white teeth with a depth of a smile that mirrored her husband’s own, she began, “On behalf of the ministry, I’d like to thank all of you for attending this year. Yes, that includes my own husband.”
Barks of laughter followed as Ferdinand feigned embarrassment.
By Sush’s ear, Greg muttered, “Can they get anymore perfect for each other?”
Her finger came up, subtly. “You haven’t seen e
His octopus’s usually confident frame and posture now shrunk, like she was trying to keep to herself as her eyes - though pinned on Larissa Ferdinand in shock - amplified a need to leave.Greg’s eyes turned onyx and he shot the Ferdinands a glare - which neither of them noticed - before he positioned himself in front of the only one in the room who mattered, blocking her view of the sharks out to gobble her, though he couldn’t understand how or why yet.His hand reached for her face, cupping her cheek, and his voice came in an assuring whisper, “Sush, this is not an obligation. No one is going to die if you refuse. And you’re not a politician. You can refuse.”His large frame shadowing over hers offered her cover, made her feel protected,
“Come, darling.” The queen’s voice, loud and jubilant, filled with just the right level of hypocrisy and a shard of scorn sucked all attention away from the Red Devil. Hands gently tugging her husband’s bicep with a mischievous smile, Lucy announced, “It’s time to join the show: this ministerial-organized circus.”The human ministers flinched, Ferdinand included - a sight witnessed by the majority of the room. The Ferdinands’ forced smiles withered. The only difference was that Larissa’s smile withered under the spotlight, her mask falling a little too long.With bright eyes and a broad smile, Xandar bowed low and offered his wife his hand like he was still courting her, knowing the game she was playing as he responded with a glint in his eye that matched hers, “Yes, wouldn&
“My queen. Cousin.” Greg acknowledged, bringing himself next to Sush, facing the royal couple.“Your Majesties,” Sush greeted with a bow and curtsy.Lucy’s brow lifted at the title and the formalities, which she and Xandar returned before the queen said, “Honestly, Sush. You’ve been calling me Paw for years. This isn’t an email. It’s either Paw or Lucy, especially now that we’re technically closer through a…” she glimpsed at the duke and said, “...family member. Actually, I’d prefer Lucy.”The hint wasn’t even subtle.That was when Greg had an epiphany - the queen never even allowed Izabella to address her like a friend.
At the balcony that Greg emptied - he literally stepped into the space and said, “Out. All of you.” - he guided Sush to the far end, away from the light and noise from the inside, glared at the slowpokes taking their time to disappear, linked two mavericks to stand by the balcony entrance to stop anyone else from entering, then gave his full attention to his octopus.Sush had been mentally rehearsing her way to start when they were on their way here, but she knew the lengthy story she hoped he was prepared to hear would still come out unstructured. “Before we get into… the layers, I need to know two things: one, your stance on marriage; and two, whether kids is something you’re looking for.”Unfazed, Greg replied, “I’ll start with the first: I don’t give a fuck about marriage, bu
He wasn’t just listening. He was absorbing, taking in every word like she was preaching a sermon imparted by the Goddess. The intensity in his eyes radiated his need to know. The range of emotions - from anger to sorrow - marring his face show that he wasn’t just listening, he was connecting with her, feeling these things with her, and it was that very action that drew her physically closer to him, because emotionally, she was already attached.Her throat flexed a hard swallow, and she threw out the biggest confession of the night, “I’m not with the hunters because I want to be.” Admitting it to herself, in her head, was one thing. Confessing to someone outloud, someone she hadn’t known very long, was foreign and unnerving. “I’m here because I’m convince
In the bedroom of the diplomatic residence, Greg pushed her up against a wall, mouth sucking and teeth nibbling on her cheek, her jaw, her neck as his hands roamed her body, bolder than before. Her moans came out louder as he trailed down her cleavage, mouth snuck underneath the garment and the padding stitched to it before his tongue greeted her peak with a wet, seductive stroke.She groaned, eyes rolling back and hands clinging onto his hair for support when her legs gave way. Her underwear was already drenched as heat radiated in waves from her body, need coursing through her veins and making her lower region throb.“You should know,” he began in a low rumble, kissed her breast, and continued, “I’m anything but gentle when it comes to this.” With that, he took a nipple between his teeth and bit, letti
The next day did not start with good news, nor did it progress with any.Abbott and his deputy were dead, as were many others who were exposed to the poison. Only three of the sixteen archers survived the coma, with the doctors reporting that the survivors’ ability to make a full recovery remained uncertain, thus they were under strict monitoring. Hazel survived, but her condition remained under supervision as well. And she was awake for not more than four hours a day, as were the three archers. Even during their short hours awake, they weren’t completely lucid enough to recall the events from the other day.The next Chief Archer had to be appointed, but the discussion and vote wouldn’t be for another week, so Valor was chief in name, Sush and Patterson were co-chiefs behind the scenes. Everyone, including the entir
Seated side-by-side at a circular lunch table that they weren’t sharing with anyone else, Sush disclosed - in hushed tones - of Kenji’s “joke”, and Greg decided the wimpy eastern octopus was humorous enough to not get himself killed. This time.Fear his cousin? Please. That softie’s rules were so much less rigid and so much more standard and boring than Greg’s own ever had been.Sush promptly added, “I’m only telling you this to come clean. Don’t spread this around. For all I know, he either told me that in confidence or during a temporary lapse of judgment.”“Well, that’s his mistake, isn’t it?” Greg smirk