Page 109 of Night's Fall
Germaine rubbed her lips together.
She then said, “I’lljust head back to the office.”
She hit the elevator and was gone.
Timothee stood. “Well, now that my high and mighty brother humiliated me in front of my new sister and all her gang just becauseIgot my rocks off with a bitch who isn’t smart enough to cover her shit,I’llgo self-flagellate or whatever.”
“Timothee!” the queen snapped.
Timothee looked at me. “Don’tfool yourself he hasn’t dipped his wick in a fair few honeypots himself.Hissaint act is pure bullshit.AskAnna.She’lltell you all about it.”
QueenCalisastood. “Youhave my sincere apologies,Laura.AndIhaven’t apologized for a damned thing since a crown was put on my head.”
“Ah,Mom, the glamorous screen star who landed herself a throne.Alwaysso humble,”Timotheesniped so viciously, it took my breath away, before he turned, sauntered to the door to the landing pad, ordered it opened, andIwatched him jog up the steps before the door closed behind him.
“Errol, call the craft and have them stop circling and pick us up,” the queen ordered.
“I’m an aide now?”Errolasked.
She whirled on him, squared her shoulders, took a breath, but hissed (albeit elegantly), “Justdo it.”
He stared at her in shock, clearly never having been spoken to like that, and then he pulled out hisPalm.
It hit me then that one of her sons was, lamentably, whatAlekseicalled him.
A fuckwit.
The other one seemed to lean that way too.
But her first son had been the target for murder the night before.
I knew how it felt being intimately involved in the sitch.Itwas zero fun.
SoIcould just imagine she was worried as all heck, and the antics of her other boys were exacerbating an already very bad situation.
At a quick glance,Isaw a king who was embarrassed, sulking and furious.
No help there.
“I haveAleksei’sglorious kitchen, andI’mreally good at eggs and toast.Whydon’t you all stay whileImake breakfast?”Ioffered.
QueenCalisapulled her dignity around her and replied, “Youare kind, but my schedule today is packed.I’lljust freshen up beforeImeet the craft upstairs.Ilook forward to our tea.Excuseme.”
She swept out of the room.
“I’ll just head to the landing bay,” the king said. “Errol,” he called him like he was a dog, and like a dog,Erroljumped up and followed his father to the stairs.
They didn’t bother to aim their gaze, or a farewell, to that first person before they disappeared.
We all remained painstakingly quiet untilQueenCalisarounded the corner, offered smiles, head bobs, and a “Solovely to meet you, dear.Myaide will be in touch about tea,” to me, before she disappeared too.
When the door whooshed closed behind her,GayleandCatjumped out of their seats and practically raced to the kitchen bar.
“One could say, never look behind the magician’s curtain.HolyHecate,”Gaylewhispered.
She was very right.
“I thinkIneed to find my mate,”Ireplied.
