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Our eyes lock, the air between them crackling with tension. My lips press into a thin line and I stare him down, clearly calculating my next move.
“Varys, you’re going to stay here. I don’t care if I have to get a babysitter for you to ensure that you do just as I say. The three of us will go to Calverton and take the Obsidian Circle down, ending them once and for all, rescue your sister and bring her back to you.”
“Bellonna—”
“Enough, Varys. The discussion is over. You’ll stay willingly or by force. The choice is yours. I don’t give a flying fuck either way.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blackwell
“Varys,as much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. It’s a trap. If you were to go and they got you back, your sister would hate herself. Let us do this and bring Vienna back to you. This way, both of you are safe.” Warrick speaks calmly to Varys, more calmly than I’ve ever heard him speak to anyone.
“Warrick is right. You know how hard that is for me to say. They’re using your sister as a way to draw you out. If you go, they’ll not care who lives or dies or even about trading your sister back. They’ll keep her for the dungeons and take you right back to your cell and use you as their test toy. You stay,” I chime in, taking pleasure in taking a jab at Warrick.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” the sassy unicorn snaps back with such malice it makes my cock hard. My eyes roam over to Bellonna, watching her grow more pissed with each word that Varys speaks. She’s about to blow and not in a good way.
“But I can. It seems, little unicorn, my darling mate, that you want to do this the hard way,” Bellonna says.
“I’m not sure what the hard way is. But I’m fucking hard right now.”
“Lilith, Lilith, Lilith,” she chants loudly, her voice so melodic as she calls the name in the same manner that she’s summoned in the mirror. Yet she’s not using one.
In a flash, another stunning beauty has joined us in the room. She has jet black hair falling in waves against her porcelain skin. Her eyes are dark and her lips crimson. A true beauty to behold, but she doesn’t hold a candle to Bellonna. She’s surrounded by shadows and power wafts off her, so strong that it has me buckling at my knees and about to shit in my pants. My eyes dart over to Warrick and I see him in much the same state as myself.
Bellonna flashes the visitor a smile, one so warm, yet wickedly sinister all at the same time.
“You called, Bellonna? I don't need to meet your sex toys. I know perfectly well who they are. And the horned one I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting,” she gives him a hungry gaze from head to toe, “up close and personal.”
“I need something…I’ve never asked for…a favor.” Lilith's eyes widen at Bellonna’s request. Salivating like a dog with a bone. Why would a request for a favor make her this excited?
“Oh my sweet Bellonna, this is a treat, one that has me greatly intrigued. But as you know, it’s a request that will cost you a steep price.” Her words come out velvety smooth, a sinister coldness that only another evil heart would recognize.
“What do I have that you could possibly want, Lilith? You have my soul. What else could there be?”
“It’s nothing too serious or drastic, and you just so happen to have what I desire in your possession.”
“Lilith, kind of on a time crunch here. What is it you want in trade for a favor?” I can see the vein on Bellonna's forehead popping out, and I know she’s getting frustrated.
“Just a lock of the unicorn’s mane.”
“That’s it?” Bellonna questions. “Fine. Done.”
The air crackles, humming with an unnatural energy as Lilith raises her hand, waving it dramatically in the air. Before anyone can react to her show of fanfare, Varys’ body begins to shimmer, his human shape dissolving in a cascade of light and magic, and in his place stands a magnificent white unicorn. The regal creature’s coat gleams like freshly fallen snow; its shimmering horn casting iridescent light across the room. Its wild mane and tail ripples as though moved by an unseen breeze; a vision both breathtaking and surreal.
Lilith steps forward, her expression calm yet commanding, her crimson lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Without hesitation, she reaches out, grasping a handful of Varys’ flowing mane. With a swift, forceful yank, she tears free a strand, its silken texture catching the light as it floats between her fingers.
“Thank you,” she says dismissively, her tone dripping with nonchalance as she waves her hand again. Varys shudders, his shifted form collapsing back into the familiar human shape of the man I want. He stumbles slightly, his breathing ragged, fury flashing in his golden eyes as he glares at her.
“You didn’t have to rip it right out of my mane,” he snarls as he rubs a spot on his neck.
“What do you want it for?” Bellonna asks, her voice sharp and suspicious.
Lilith turns to her, a coy smile playing on her lips. “What does it matter? You wanted a favor, and this was the price. Since when do you question what I charge?”
“When it involves my mate, and you did it without a care for any pain it would cause him.” Bellonna steps into Lilith’s space, and my body becomes rigid as worry courses through me that we’re about to have an immortal battle of epic proportions.
“Then I would think you would have all the answers before giving up something belonging to your mate so willingly. It’s not the same as giving up your soul. But I feel giving tonight, soI'll tell you why I want it. I want to mother a child,” she says smoothly. “And legend says I must lie on a strand of unicorn hair while trying to conceive.”
