On cue, magenta eyes flicked toward her, unreadable. Perhaps there was some sort of relief there, but it was gone in an instant.“You requested my presence?” she asked.Lavender eyes flew toward her too. “That was me. My brother thinks I tried to kill him. I figured a torture machine shouldn’t be the only thing questioning me.”Uncertainty simmered within her and Brian’s silence was dreadful. But the small, subtle nod from him had her feet moving closer toward them until she was standing beside Alicia.“I will ask her the same questions. Over and over,” he said. “Do what you must.”There were no further instructions, and instinct rioted at releasing her magic when the court hadn’t been the most welcoming of it. But she nodded, too, and knelt, easing energy into her fingers. They glowed, dimmer than the device’s glow. She bit her tongue when the larger energy in the room sensed hers and crowded around her, a crawling sensation that pushed her back.Mabel directed more into her feet unt
“He is.”“You don’t look fine,” she repeated.He said nothing.“You haven’t slept…was that you? I felt someone puttering about outside at dawn.” She didn’t mention that she had heard Alicia outside, too, just hours before that, not wanting to add salt to the wound. “You haven’t slept at all. You were busy guarding me and Yu.”“Maybe I was just waiting for you to invite me in.”The words had heat simmering in her belly, a gentle nudge that threatened to flourish. She noted the teasing in his tone, one that didn’t align with what had transpired earlier.“You always joke around when you feel vulnerable. But you can’t fool me, Brian.”The teasing faded and he frowned down at her. A hand went up, fingering her hair and parting it so he could see her face more clearly.“Can you read me now,Mabel? Do you know what I’m thinking about?”Her cheeks flushed. Like a switch flicked again, the heat spread until she was throbbing from it, intensified when he leaned in to sniff her hair. When he back
“Lavender and magenta are the court’s official colors, other than the icy blue we often show to the public,” the woman explained. “This is a shade in between and would show respect to our future ruler, whichever of the two takes the crown in the end.”“It’s too short.”A cool sensation touched her knees. Mabel watched as the hem lengthened, fluttering around her skin and draping to the ground.“Too long,” Mabel said, biting back a grin at Emma’s eyeroll.“You’re lucky I like you,” the woman declared before shortening the dress until it was just below her knees. Mabel twirled again, the layers of sheer material moving with her.“Even if I’m not a magic?”“You know what to say and when to show your emotions. You know when to push your agenda and when to back off, and you can hold your own against our more malicious peers. You can be vicious, too, when it calls for it. You’re already acting like a magic.”“Oh,” she said, unsure how to react. It never sank into her mind that the qualities
“I do,” she agreed. “But you weren’t acting like this until I mentioned going home.”“I was helping you out of your dress as a friend would. I was keeping a respectful distance as a friend would. I was keeping to my promise. Isn’t that what you want?”“I…” She hesitated. “Yes. Brian—”“You don’t belong here,Mabel. That’s clear to both of us.”The argument died a swift death inside her, leaving her numb.“Yes,” she found herself saying. “I don’t belong here.”His mouth tightened and his shoulders tensed, but they were gone and he was giving her an apologetic look.“I’m—”“Don’t apologize,” she cut in. “I’m the one being a pain in the ass tonight.”“You’re not a pain,” was all he said. “Are we good?”“Yeah.”“Good. Goodnight.”“Goodnight, Brian.”He was unaffected, perhaps even relieved that no arguing ensued and they could leave the topic alone. He sounded like her staying or leaving didn’t matter to him at all, not in the least, and the hurt that bloomed in her chest had no right bein
No.”“Brian—”“Not now. I’m so close and your mouth is top-tier fantasy. I want you to come first.”She blinked when she was flipped, then frowned when her legs were nudged apart. She opened her mouth to protest and melted into a puddle of blankness when a head moved in, then a tongue, licking her from end to end before diving in. Then there was more licking, lapping, and even a few fingers thrusting before he sucked. Her feet pressed against his back when he encouraged them to rest there, opening her further until he was feasting on her with his mouth, tongue, and fingers. She writhed from the pleasure, then stilled when his hand pressed against her stomach to lock her in place. His fingers curled and his lips latched on to her clit, sucking even harder—The orgasm took her apart, rocking her world with stars and a spasm of pleasure after pleasure. When she came down from her high, their positions were different again and Mabel was kissing her, smug and pleased with himself. But the
I see. I don’t think the prince would like cheap.”“It will help you save on cost since I’m not going to be here for long. How about your most common material?”“I don’t think sheer and transparent clothing will hide those hickeys you have everywhere.”Mabel gaped at Alicia , who had said it so casually and was jotting studiously on a notebook.“Mabel …how about non-common material?”Her cheeks burned, but the older magic was unperturbed.“We have those too. Not as cheap, but then again, nothing’s cheap here. Us Winter magic spare no expense. Now, stretch your arms. I don’t know their length yet.”Alicia took measurements, never mentioning the hickeys again. Just as the measurements were jotted down, a bell sounded from a distance and cracked the ice on the walls. Mabel frowned, puzzled. Alicia’s hands went slack, dropping the notebook.“Alicia?” Alarm coursed through Mabel when the woman’s face turned ashen. “What’s—”“There’s another death in the court.”Mabel did her best to sound
“We can ask, not order. Later. I’m sure she’s with Yu now…”He trailed off when he glimpsed a figure out of the corner of his eye, flying in a frenzy. The pixie would have slammed against his head if he hadn’t sidestepped. He reached out to pluck the guy’s wings when Yu was about to hit a tree, gently redirecting him.“Yu, what are you doing here? What—”“Mabel. Help.”Fear coated Yu’s tone. It fed Brian’s enough that he didn’t bother to ask questions, already running until Yu was leading the way. Alicia followed behind them, a frown marring her lips. She gasped when they reached a clearing, but he barely heard her as he took in the cracked icy pond and destroyed tree barks.Traces of blood led out of the clearing, along with footprints. He quickened his pace, leaving the two behind and feeling sick to his stomach when the blood drops grew thicker and the tracks became sluggish. Then up ahead was the shoreline, which their court avoided as too many creatures liked to portal in and out
He kept himself distracted, even when Mabel remained in his mind. Then the investigation took a turn when the magic user’s body disintegrated into ash and a chain reaction occurred. One week later, he finally had substantial news for Mabel.“The magic user’s body disintegration caused all of his remaining energy to disintegrate, too, including the spells he placed on others.”“Emma?” she guessed.He nodded. “The energy wall inside him has been lifted. He confessed to more crimes and confirmed the magic user’s identity, as well as working with the man. After watching the magic user orchestrate two of the deaths, Emma also gave an account of how the magic user would have made the other deaths seem like accidents or natural causes.”“Teeth and being mauled to death, so we would blame other creatures,” she cited.“Yes.”“Why?”“He was offered a better position and more access to power.”“Which court?”“That’s the thing. He doesn’t know which court, only that it was a major court. The magi
Giovanni waves it off with a dismissive gesture. "That happens in offices. It's important not to get carried away with things."I feel a surge of jealousy, but I also like that he doesn't seem interested in her. He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes and comes over to sit on the edge of my desk."Why do you seem so upset about it?" he asks, leaning closer."No reason," I lie, looking away from him. But he leans even closer, his breath warm on my cheek as he teases me about my possible jealousy."Never thought of it, but maybe I'll go for it," he teases me further, his voice low and dangerous. "It would be cheaper than hiring a prostitute, and she definitely seems like she'd put out."My blood boils, and I glare at him with rage in my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. He has the audacity to grab my chin, brushing his thumb against my lips as if he's daring me to say something."Are you jealous?" he asks again, a devilish smirk playing on his face."Absolutely not," I snap, try
"Of course," I reply, trying to maintain my composure.She downs the rest of her wine, a rosy flush spreading across her cheeks. "That was delicious. It's been ages since I've enjoyed a glass like that – you should know, I'm a bit of a lightweight.""Marvelous," I say sarcastically, and she grins – then, unexpectedly, she reaches up and boops me on the nose. Her playfulness catches me off guard, but I smile in response.Setting her empty glass on a nearby table, she slips off her shoes and places them on the stone steps leading to the garden. "What are you doing?" I"I want to feel the grass beneath my feet," she replies, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Life is all about getting a little dirty, don't you think?"As she runs barefoot through the garden, laughter bubbling from her lips, I watch her with a mixture of admiration and desire. There's something about her – not just her body, but her mind and spirit – that captivates me. In her presence, my rigid, work-driven life seems to l
Something tells me you do listen, Teddy," I say to him, my eyebrow raised.He shrugs and gives me an innocent smile."Thanks, Teddy," I say gratefully. "You're seriously the best."He smiles, but his eyes betray his exhaustion. "I should probably go to bed. Had a tough night.""Goodnight, Teddy," I reply, watching him leave the kitchen.After finishing whatever I found in the fridge, I start to head back to my room. As I walk down the hallway, curiosity gnaws at me. What is Giovanni up to right now? My heart rate picks up, and a flush of arousal spreads through me as I tiptoe toward his room. The idea of catching him with another woman both disgusts and excites me. I try his door, and once again, it's open. Why doesn't he lock it? Does he not consider that someone might pose a threat in this mansion? He should never underestimate me.A dark thought crosses my mind – the kitchen is full of knives, and his door remains unlocked at night. But no, that's not who I am. I won't resort to vi
"Actually, yeah," she admits, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. "I am.""Great. There's a mall across the street. Let's grab some lunch at the food court and talk about the job." I gesture for her to follow, and she does.As we make our way down the elevator, the hum of the machinery filling the small space, and she studies me with a curious expression. "You know, I'm surprised you're a food court kind of guy.""What do you mean?" I ask, raising anShe gestures vaguely, taking me in – my designer suit, the sleek building we're descending through, the aura of power that seems to cling to me like a second skin. "You just seem more... upscale restaurant than cafeteria, if you catch my drift."The elevator door slides open, and I shrug as we step out into the mirrored hallway. "Food courts are efficient. Normally, I'd send my assistant across to the mall to get me something, then bring it back so I can work through lunch.""Ah," she says, her voice a mix of understanding and disapp
My hands ball into fists as I pace the room, the plush carpet beneath my feet doing little to soothe my nerves. My mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions threatening to overwhelm me. But beneath it all, there's a kernel of determination that won't be extinguished."Next time," I promise myself, even as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Next time, I'll get away."ChapterEightWith a heavy sigh, I slide back into the driver's seat of my sleek black car, the irritation coursing through my veins. Lulu's incessant escape attempts - as futile as they are - have me spending far too much time in this godforsaken mansion. My penthouse in the city beckons to me, but she refuses to cooperate."Damn her stubbornness," I mutter under my breath as I drive up the curving driveway, the tires crunching over the gravel. The guy carrying her back to her room follows closely behind.As soon as I step out of the car, the grandiosity of the mansion looms over me, its imposing presence a con
She tells him how glad she is that he called, how much she missed him. His response is harsh and biting: "Shut up."I'm taken aback by his coldness, wondering what kind of woman would willingly subject herself to such treatment. But she only giggles, seemingly unfazed. He slaps her ass. "Shut up and take it like the whore you are." Slowly, he pushes his cock into her asshole, her moans making it clear that she loves every inch of it.I stand there, transfixed. I've never seen anal sex before, never even considered it. But seeing Giovanni at the center of it all, dominating this woman with such raw intensity, it's undeniably hot.No, not hot. I'm here to find something to use against him, I remind myself. But my fingers itch to touch myself, to bring relief to the ache that has settled deep within me.A slow feeling of electricity courses through my body, warming my veins and leaving me breathless with anticipation. My skin prickles with desire, and I am aware of every sensation around
The blissful silence shatters as an alarm pierces the air. Panic grips my chest, and I stumble in my haste. My ankle twists beneath me, sending a bolt of searing pain up my leg. I curse under my breath, clenching my teeth as I try to push through the agony and make my escape."Damn it," I hiss, realizing that my attempted flight is short-lived. Almost immediately, a burly man emerges from the mansion, his eyes locked onto me with hawk-like precision. He's the rover, one of Giovanni's loyal enforcers—a massive, intimidating figure who seems to move with an eerie silence despite his size."Hey!" I shout, fists clenched. "Do you seriously have nothing better to do than chase after me?"He doesn't reply, instead closing the distance between us in a matter of seconds. Before I can react, he scoops me up effortlessly, as though I weigh nothing more than a feather. I kick and scream, pounding on his back in a futile attempt to"Put me down, you brute!" I demand, but he remains silent, carryi
The sun hangs high in the sky as I stand next to my father near the docks in Miami. My heart races, and for the first time in a long time, I feel excited about this meeting. As the oldest, it's something I've always wanted – to be included in the family business, to prove to my father that just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't run the Manuel Syndicate as well as any man.A salty breeze blows through my curly hair, carrying with it the scent of seaweed and diesel fumes from the fishing boats swaying gently in their berths. The squawking of seagulls mixes with the distant hum of traffic as they search for scraps of food among the detritus littering the dockside, creating a cacophony of life."Lucia, pay attention," my father chides, snapping me backA man approaches us, his dark hair slicked back and his darker features giving away a lifetime of experience. I eye him up and down, taking in every detail, before he introduces himself as Axe. My father waves off his introduction wi
You can keep that truth to yourself. I have plenty of others to share,” she countered.“Many supplied by me,” I interjected. “The perk of working so closely with your many high-powered campaign donors.”“There’s no proof.” Harris narrowed his eyes at the both of us. “Not a single paper trail would lead to me.”“You’re forgetting the kind of influence I have over humans. What I could promise for a few small favors.” I gave him a crooked smile to remind him of what I“And what am I supposed to do, then? What about all the good I have done for the community?” He was starting to scramble. “The charities or beautification projects that I personally founded to make this state a better place? Were those things for nothing?”The thing about ambition is that it can be blinding,” I said. I looked down at Evie and cupped her cheek to bring her eyes to mine for a moment before finishing my last point to Harris. We both needed the moment of connection. “No matter how good your intentions are, you’v