Page 82 of The Magic of Betrayal
She was doing better than she had been, much better. She was actually speaking and out of bed, but her heart was still shattered and it was painfully obvious that I couldn't mend it. Not on my own, anyway.
"Let me get through this meeting first, and then I'll see what I can do, okay?" I reached out and pressed my hand against her round cheek, loving the way she leaned into the touch. I loved touching her, any part of her, that electric jolt that filtered through my skin and sizzled my veins every. Fucking. Time. Saige Wildes was an addiction. She was a blessed sin that was wrapped up in stupid pun t-shirts and yoga pants that heldthefattest ass. My heart skipped a devilish beat thinking about peeling those fuckers over her juicy butt, I bet my fingers would sink into it so deep, I could leave the prettiest marks.
"I'm going to use your bathroom pool," she told me and I barked a laugh.
"That's a first hearing it called that, but I like it. And it's all yours."
With a snap of my fingers, a plate with an assortment of bagels appeared in front of her and she groaned.
"Carbs, thank the stars."
"Not the stars, but you can thank me if you want to."
She glanced at me and I winked. Her cheeks reddened instantly.I love that.
Standing up, I snagged a bagel for myself and trailed my hand over her back as I moved around her. "Eat up, princess. I'll be back in a couple hours."
* * *
"Quit standing around out there,get your asses in here!" My father's voice bellowed from within his private quarters and Khol and I glanced at one another before pushing the double doors open and walking inside.
"Fuck, Dad." I shook my head, disgusted.
He was sitting at his desk, a woman bouncing up and down on his lap, his fingers buried in another.
"Yes, son. That's what's happening here, but I can understand how you might have forgotten what it’s like seeing as how you refuse to let the snake out of the cage," he grunted, throwing his head back and clearly finishing.
Khol raised a dark eyebrow at the sight and cleared his throat. I'd tried telling him what my father had been like in the time he'd been gone. He's gotten crazier with each passing day.
"Someone has to try and save this race," he snarled, pushing the woman off of him and shooing them both away. "Close the door on your way out."
Khol and I moved to the chairs that were in front of his massive wooden desk that had intricate carvings etched into nearly every available surface. I'd always loved this desk, knowing one day I would be sitting behind it.
"The people that have heard the news are thrilled. Hope has been restored to the community and we need to celebrate. A party will go a long way to restore the fighting spirit our people have been stripped of in the past years." He leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of himself on the desk.
"When?" Khol asked.
"Tonight," my father replied, his voice hard. There would be no arguing this.
Khol turned to me. "And is my daughter... is she well enough to attend a party this evening?"
Concern flashed in his eyes before he covered it. He was good at that. So fucking good at hiding his feelings.
I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off when Dad's massive hand slammed down on his desk. "I have been patient. Three days this girl has been in my home and I have let her recover. I'm done waiting. She will be there tonight. End of discussion."
Rage burned behind my eyes and I pushed my demon down. If he thought he could have a say in anything about my Goldie, he had another thing coming. I already fucking hated him. She had seemed better this morning though, and perhaps a party would be good for her, get her out of my house and introduced to some new demons. Maybe she could make a friend who had horns. A friend who didn't have a cock, one who had tits and a vagina. A girl. She could have a friend who was a girl.
"She'll be there. What time?" I bit out, trying to keep the anger from my tone, but gods damn was that hard to do.
"Dinner will be served at six followed by dancing and entertainment at seven," the king stated, sitting back in his chair.
"Sire, have you spoken with Asrael, Thijs, and Errone? Are they going to be returning soon?" Khol questioned, and I wondered if he really gave a shit. He despised Asrael. Like, with a fucking passion. Maybe that's why he wanted to know if he'd be here, so he could kill him. I'd watch.
"I have not. They haven't completed their missions, so they are not welcome back in my kingdom. Simple as that."
Wow, what a prick face.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Khol's jaw tick and I wondered what the hell he was thinking.
