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Because now they didn’t want to share.
Zakkai nodded, responding to my offer to answer questions. “I gathered the gist of the history lesson from Az, but I am sure there will be follow-up queries.”
“From your mates?”
“From my mates,” he echoed, confirming that he fully intended to inform them of his recenthistory lesson, as he’d called it.
“Anything else for now?” I asked him.
“A drink?” he offered.
I considered it and nodded. “A drink might be nice.”
“Charge our guest’s items to the royal account,” he told the figments. “I’ll be back to pick everything up.”
“Royal account, he says,” one of the voices tittered. “Jewelry, the other requests.”
“Ohhh, expensive, yes?”
“Expensive.”
“Just make sure it glitters, please,” I interjected. “My intended is quite fond of…” What was the term? Ah, yes… “Disco balls.”
CHAPTER 10
CAMI
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
“Wow,” I breathed, staring at my reflection. The gold silk clung to my hips and breasts, accentuating every curve.
This wasn’t a color I would have picked for myself, but it actually brought out the golden highlights of my dirty-blonde hair. And it complemented my skin tone.
Maybe because gold is my new color,I thought sourly.
Every time I’d come over the last week, I’d ended up covered in glitter.
Fortunately—or maybeunfortunately—Melek had left a special cleanser in the shower for me.
Consider this a token of good intentions, little angel, his note had read. I’d almost thrown out the bottle it’d been attached to, but morbid curiosity had gotten the better of me. And, well, I no longer resembled a disco ball post-shower. Pre-shower was a completely different story.
I loathed it.
Ajax and Az, however, were starting to love it.
Because apparently it tasted like ambrosia to them.
“Your pussy was delicious before,” Az had said the other day. “But now, it’s fucking divine. Come again, little warrior. I needmore.”
It was… an interesting development. One that made my thighs clench as the male in question stepped into the bedroom. “Holy fires, Cami, you look…”
“Amazing,” Ajax finished for him.
“You both look pretty amazing, too,” I admitted, admiring the snug fit of their matching suits. All black, of course. Only, Ajax had an interesting addition adorning his shoulder. “Nice owl.”
Az grunted. “He’s an asshole.”
The owl bristled like he understood that and snapped his beak in Az’s direction.
