Page 119 of Hell Fae King
MELEK
Camillia hummed with excitement beside me, something I assumed was related more to Typhos’s licentious promise than my upcoming “lecture.”
In truth, it wouldn’t be much of a lesson, just a story.
Because Vita was very much Typhos’s secret. However, I knew enough to provide her with background information, as well as important context.
Leading her into one of my favorite reading nooks of our private wing, I settled into a well-used love seat and patted the space beside me. “Sit down, angel student.”
She scoffed a bit at the ridiculous nickname. “I’m not calling youProfessor, Melek.”
“Not a kink you’re into?” I wondered aloud. “Because you certainly seem enthused by the concept of Typhos’s dominance, and I have to tell you, professor-student relationships are very much defined by their power-exchange dynamics.”
She gave me a look. “I’ll call youMy Prince, but I’m not into the whole schoolgirl thing. Plus, if you saw the professors at my college, you’d know immediately why that kink was never unlocked for me.”
My lips twitched. “Fair enough, little angel.” I leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek. “All right, where to begin…”
“You could start with opening that textbook,” she suggested, glancing pointedly at the text I still had tucked underneath my arm. Then, in her most seductive voice, she added, “My Prince.”
I narrowed my gaze.
I could see why Typhos kept calling her alittle temptress.I also understood why he considered her to be a brat. Her sensual lilt, coupled with the way she now ran her foot up my leg, was very distracting.
And positively delightful, too.
I’ll absolutely be helping Ty punish you later,I told her.Maybe I’ll tie you up for him.
He told me to be naked and on my knees,she reminded me.
Not that I needed the reminder. I was very aware of what he’d said.But he didn’t list any other parameters, which means ribbons are allowed. But I digress…
“I’d be careful calling Vita a textbook, little angel,” I said, switching from our mental conversation to a verbal one instead. “Vita is so much more than a simple book. I’d even dare to call her unique.”
Cami crossed her arms as she frowned down at the magical book I had pulled onto my lap.
“The physical trip through Typhos’s memories was a pretty good hint at heruniqueness,” Cami deadpanned.
My lips twitched.You really are a bit of a brat, hmm?
She didn’t reply, just arched a brow like she was daring me to repeat those words out loud.
I didn’t.
Instead, I smoothed my hand over Vita’s cover. She vibrated with power, likely from Cami’s explosion. Or maybe she liked our conversation. With Vita, it was hard to know for sure.
“Well, when I sayunique, I’m thinking more about her origin. She was actually a journal, not a book.” A very important journal at that.
“Okay, it’s a journal.” Cami’s brow pinched. “Er,she. But, um, why is it a she?” Her eyes widened. “Wait, she’s not some poor soul transformed into an inanimate object because of a reneged deal, is she?”
A laugh bubbled out of me. “No, she’s not a dark soul.” I slid Vita onto the glass coffee table in front of us and unfurled her pages, some of my humor dissipating. “She’s more like… a memory.”
She was a book of memories; that much Cami had been told already.
But she only knew about Typhos’s memories.Not the original owner’s…
I waited for Vita to show what I desired, aware that my thought would prompt a picture.
Only… the pages remained blank.
