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I didn’t feel good about this... not at all, even with Reyson on my side. I was becoming quite fond of him. What if Silvaria had a way to take him from me?
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Balthazar
Even if she wasn’t mailing severed heads to prove a point, Silvaria worried me way more than Dorian Gray did. I already knew who the mastermind was. Yeah, Dorian was making contacts and building their army, but I could have tracked his movements even without hacking him.
Dorian Gray was all over social media. He posted endless selfies, had his own hashtags, and had millions of followers eagerly waiting for his photos. He posted pictures from onboard planes, in his hotel rooms, in swanky bars, and meeting with people. This army they were raising had to bestupid,because I had a lot of their faces now since they’d fucking posed for selfies with him!
Seriously, how dumb could you get? I’ve never made a deal with a demon and tried to join a secret army to get out of it, but if I did, I certainly wouldn’t want to be photographed with one of the leaders in case that plot went ass up! I’d move to a remote island and wait until the demon came for my soul—anything to avoid the wrath of the God of Chaos.
Reyson was this big teddy bear cuddle bug when it came to Ripley, but anyone with a brain could tell he got creative when he needed to kill someone. Vampires were apex predators. We could smell our own. People got so mad when vampires played with their food, but I could tell Reyson put the most vicious vampires to shame with shit he found offensive.
It would be really fucking kinky to watch him in action.
What exactly were Silvaria and Dorian doing? Silvaria shipped some books here that pissed Ripley off, but she wasn’t flying back home. She purchased a ticket to New Zealand to meet with some people she had been chatting with on the dark web. Meanwhile, Dorian was chasing crumbs in France. He was fishing pretty hard for someone to bite on the forums. No one was. Dorian was either wanting to party it up in Paris, or was hoping someone in particular would answer so he could bring them in.
Dorian had to be one of the most vapid people ever to exist, but I didn’t think he was completely stupid. We’d all heard Ripley rant about how totally dismal he was in bed, and he even stole from her on his way out. Ripley would have cursed him twelve ways to Sunday and kicked him out of her library if he wasn’t Dorian fucking Gray.
Men didn’t do that kind of shit to just one woman. We didn’t single them out and just not try in bed. You didn’t steal from one witch unless you had done it before. Dorian had to offer something to these witches that did shit for him, besides just being pretty and famous at least.
I enjoyed sex. I enjoyed pleasuring my lovers. Most sane people did. There was nothing better than hearing the cries of pleasure from your bedmates. You could totally tell if someone was faking it. Only a total psycho would keep up what they were doing when someone is so obviously shrieking like a porn star and faking it.
A witch summoned a demon for him to broker a deal. Silvaria corrupted the entire library to get him a card so he could research the right god to raise. She was the one who made this huge deal about getting his painting stored here. I wasn’t connected to the Profane world at all. I didn’t even go to the academy. I’d only been to the library so far, but even I knew his painting probably should have been in the museum instead of the library.
Dorianhadto have other assets besides being pretty and having a million Instagram followers. I knew witches… the ex that cursed me wasn’t the first witch I’d dated. When they went crazy, they went full on crazy, but they tolerated a little bullshit. Witches are sexual creatures… humans talk about their moonlight orgies like they’re a bad thing, but I’ve been to one… and… well, I had a blast.
Dorian wouldn’t have been invited to a witch’s bed twice, not unless he was offering other perks. I needed to hack text messages between Dorian and Silvaria. There were no emails between them on their computers. They were working together, so they were probably texting. Why hadn’t I thought of that before?
The big sexy Hellhound seemed to become increasingly grumpy with each demon book he read. I needed to be getting into some text messages, but I didn’t want him turning into a dog and breaking the library. Ripley would be so mad, and might even spank me because I was sitting right there and didn’t stop him. I wouldn’t say no to a little hot librarian spanking, but not when she was pissed about her library.
“You’re going to explode if you keep reading those. If the answers were in those books, someone would have trapped a demon by now.”
“Who writes this shit? It belongs in the fiction section.”
I started giggling, because I already knew what kind of fiction was in the Library of the Profane. It would probably make Bram just as mad as the demon books.
“I’d avoid the fiction section, big guy. People get super creative with shifter dick.”
“Yeah, I got that. Reyson keeps staring at my junk.”
“Be grateful. I’ve been trying to get him interested in mine, but it’s a little cursed at the moment.”
“The witch that cursed my dick didn’t have time to be super thorough. She hit me with it right before I ripped her soul out. If she weren’t already dead, I would have shifted and ripped her apart. A man’s cock is sacred. It should be left out of revenge plots. She had so many other ways to fight me without cursing my dick.”
I just shrugged. The books that were pissing him off might be fiction, but everyone and their grandmother knew not to fuck with Hellhounds.
“Maybe she knew it was pointless to try to fight you off and so chose to leave you with a parting gift instead… I mean, it worked… you still remember that witch.”
“You’re way too calm about dick curses, vampire. Especially considering what I’ve heard about the one on yours.”
“It itches like a mother fucker! But there is one witch and two warlocks here. Felix fuckingdiedonce. They’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve never met a god before, and I have mixed feelings about Lilith, but why can’t Reyson just touch your dick and break the curse?”
“He doesn’t strike me as a tease. If he’s going to touch my cock, it’s going to be when I have a hot threesome with Reyson and Ripley.”
Bram cocked an eyebrow at me.
