Page 61 of Hellish Fae
And even then, it seemed he never let her rest.
“Corva’s mother was a Queen of Hell . . .” I whisper in a voice so low it barely comes out. “The Ashen Kingdom is the Kingdom of Roses. It was once filled with an ashen curse because my father stole those ashy remains. Until my mother came.”
The ash is gone from my father’s kingdom. But the hate is still there.
Some things change.
And some never do.
20
Kravings
Aries
I’ve been calling a Queen of Hell a cunt for the last three years, and then wondering why I have such bad karma. Catherine the Cunt is Hell Lord’s mate.
Maybe I should have listened to Catherine every now and then.
You think?she chokes from the depths of my mind.
I roll my eyes at her as I walk into the bedroom Rhys escorts us to, the same one he led me to earlier. I’m still mid-eye roll when the door closes behind me, and I get another good look at the room from around Damien’s broad shoulders.
And karma rears her ugly head once more.
“Rhys, there’s only one bed in here,” I mumble as I turn back around to face a closed door.
No Rhys.
Myself and the four men pass a glance between us.
Springs squeak when Krave flops down hard on the white feather quilt, spreading his long arms wide across the mattress. “It’s a big bed, though. We’ll all fit if I snuggle.Between your thighs,” he adds in a whisper.
A growl hums through the room, and it takes me a second to realize it came from the demon at my side . . . the one I used to think was the sweet one.
“You don’t like the idea of me fucking your . . . oh, you two aren’t even friends, are you?” Krave leans up on his forearms to gives Damien a cruel, glinting smile.
“You talk too much.” Damien’s jaw clenches hard, but he keeps his gaze pinned on the arrogant incubus smirking up at him.
“I don’t talk enough,” Krave challenges. “In fact, I’d love to know, are you jealous of the idea of me making her cum, or her making me cum?”
Damien’s boots storm hard across the wooden floor, but Zaviar catches his arm before he pounces on the taunting incubus.
“That’s fucking enough,” Zaviar grinds out, his gaze sweeping over the two men.
Ryke sighs and shoves his hand over his short brown hair as he assesses how small this room really is.
“Fuck,” he drawls out.
“We just have to stay here until we have a plan,” Zaviar remind us.All of us.
“We just have to murder the Prince.” Damien’s flat words are thrown out without much thought, it seems, but Krave is nodding in agreement almost instantly.
“Yes. Exactly,” the incubus says, and now they’re both nodding.
What. The. Fuck.
“We’ll smoke into his room and slit his throat with his own crown,” Damien adds like a total fucking psychopath.
