Page 9 of The Darkest Wolves
“My name’s Zilo. That’s Roman.” He points to my dearest fuck-hole friend, and Romey doesn’t so much as nod my way. “And the one who actually knows how to talk to women is Avian.” Avian’s blind gaze stares straight ahead, but an alluring mixture of a smile like kindness and sex pulls at his lips as he waves softly.
I don’t tell them my name. They already know it. Instead, I cling harder to the aggression in my gaze as my arms fold over my chest and I stare up at the enormous man.
Goddess, he’s like a small mountain. I’ve never been much of an adventurist before, but I suddenly have the urge to climb new heights.
“What is it you want from me, Zilo?” I can’t help the way my tongue accentuates his name.
It isn’t sexy. Why am I making it sexy?
“We’re warriors of hell.”
Interesting. The High Hell are warriors. Impressive.
“Annnd,” I drawl as if none of this is the most enthralling thing to ever happen in my meager little life.
“Our ruler is Ravar, Prince of Hell.”
Goddess, it’s like I’ve stepped foot into a novel. Too bad this asshole has the poorest pacing I’ve ever heard.
Get. To. The. Plot. For Goddess sake, Zilo. You’re as pretty as you are dull.
“We…we wish to get rid of the Prince of Hell.”
My eyes widen, and I can’t contain the anxious, excited thrumming inside me.
“You want me to help you overthrow your ruler?” My brows arch, but they cut even higher when Romey speaks up.
“Kill.Actually. We want to kill the fucker.”
“That’s treason. If you could please watch your tongue.” Avian swipes his blind attention toward the man at his side, but Rome appears unthreatened by the warning as he gives a long and slow eye roll.
“We don’t want you to lift a finger against anyone. We simply want…” Zilo’s deep voice drowns off slightly before picking back up. “We need an insider. A beautiful distracting insider.”
The plot thickens.
“And why do you think the Prince of Hell would have any interest in me?”
“Because it’s the ten-thousandth year of his reign. Every one thousand years, he seeks out a new bride to bless him with her attention.”
“Wait just one fucking minute. You want me to marry the Prince of Hell?” My tone balances shakily on a shriek.
“No, just seduce him. Marriage isn’t necessary yet.”
“Yet?” There it is. There’s the shriek.
A tumbling laugh skims from Rome’s lips, and my glare slides to him.
I’m stunned how fast the look shuts him up.
Maybe he does have a few ounces of intelligence rattling around in that obnoxiously pretty head of his.
There’s a tense seriousness on each of their faces. No. Not seriousness. Desperation. I guarantee they’d never admit it, but they’re desperate. They want change for some reason.
And they want me specifically to be on their side.
“You’re an outsider,” Avian explains. “You have no loyalty to the kingdom of hell unlike the women in our realm. We want your loyalty.”
They’re smart. They’ve thought this through.
