Page 43 of House of Malice
Blaze leaned against the railing, a drink in hand. He had been watching everyone tonight, trying to muster enough bravery to leave the party.
It had to happen at the right moment. Otherwise, his father might suspect something.
Blaze barely even dared to look Alecto’s way so his gaze wouldn’t betray him. And that had proven to be exceptionally hard because she looked stunning.
Tonight, she wore a long sleeveless crimson lace dress with an open back. The lines of her naked breasts and perfect nipples were visible through the sheer material, and so was the matching thong.
She had her hair up in a messy bun, strands of hair framing her heart-shaped face. Her cherry-colored lips were plump, and Blaze had a very hard time not imagining them wrapped around his cock, the lipstick smeared messily on it and around her mouth.
Snap out of it. He cursed at himself and drained his glass. Immediately, he snatched a new one from the passing Crahen with a tray of drinks.
It was painful to keep his eyes off her and to keep his mind straight. Maybe Blaze should have asked Alecto not to come to the party at all.
She was a delicious distraction he didn’t need.
It was a very important night, and he only had one shot at this.
His father was on his third drink already, standing next to the large fireplace with two of his business associates. He looked fully immersed in the conversation, so Blaze was about to excuse himself.
But then his father’s gaze shifted to him, as if he could feel Blaze watching. Blaze froze and held his father’s gaze until Val walked up to him.
“You look nervous,” she said in a low voice, looking up at him through her lashes. “Not a good look, Blazy.”
Blaze swallowed and then cleared his throat. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Val tilted her head to the side and ran her fingers down his arm. She stood at an angle so that Galliermo could see it.
“Moren told me tonight is important,” she whispered. “So allow me to help.”
“I don’t need your help,” he said, his voice low. “It’s my business, not yours.”
“All that relates to Moren ismybusiness.” Val’s tone was light, but there was a warning in her eyes. “You wanna be a big boy and do all of it yourself, fine. But at least be smart about it.”
Blaze arched an eyebrow.
Val stepped closer to him and leaned into his ear. She whispered, “Use me, you asshat.”
Without saying a word, Blaze slid his arm around her waist and started walking towards the entrance. Val obediently strutted next to him, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
Blaze didn’t dare look Alecto’s way to see if she was watching. To see if maybe she didn’t approve.
But Blaze did look at his father, seeing him follow Blaze and Val with his eyes without breaking the conversation.
Blaze could only hope his father bought into the act.
They walked down the dark corridor towards his father’s study in silence. When they reached the door, Blaze asked, “Does my father know about your connection to the Imp Queen?”
“Nobody knows,” she said. “It’s safer this way.”
“For you or for her?” Blaze asked, entering the study. He waited for Val to come in and then closed the door behind them.
“Both.”
Val sat down on one of the leather chairs in front of his father’s desk and crossed her legs. She was really going to let Blaze do this all himself.
The chest was exactly where it had been the last time, protected by the glass box and invisible magical wards.
Blaze was curious to figure out why Galliermo thought this chest was so valuable, when Moren believed it was useless for him. And more importantly, what was his father seeking?
