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Jet had heard Rage-Boulder mutter “fucking rock star wannabe” under his breath a few times. Unsure what a ‘rock star’ was, Jet decided it must be a good thing. Rocks were the best.
The Blood Prince’s dog? Nope. Rage-Boulder belonged to Jet, not the other way around. Not that he’d correct the humans. That’d mean talking.
Sometimes Jet would try to guess how Devak appeared to them. To date, he’d deduced that the guardian looked like a vampire. Attractive, based on how others reacted to him, and around the same height as Fate-Pebble. Oh, and Rage-Boulder enjoyed Devak’s cock and butthole quite a bit.
“He’s the third strongest incubus in the world. Anyone with eyes would find him attractive. But he’s my father’s…uh…I can’t say that yet because you don’t know.”
“I literally see the future.” “The future can be changed,” Silva said. “Not this much. You’re going to ride that undead dick again and”—Fate-Pebble leaned in—“and you’re going to love it.”
The world whispered around the Fate-touched son of gods, and gargoyles could hear it.
“Blood.” She blinked hard several times. “The dark presses in. So much red and black. It’s endless. You won’t be able to stop it. They watch and they come. The bloody night. It’s coming.”
“The world cries, corrupted by the black. Magic turns purple. The eyes see all.”
“Have you told Matthew?” “Told him what?” Fate-Pebble tossed the bag of blood at a trashcan and did a little victory pump with her fist when it made it in. Her skin pinked and her eyes returned to silver. “That he’s the one who kills you.”
“How do you know how big Devak is? Did you order someone to tell you his dick size?” Tarrick shrugged. “It came up in friendly conversation.” “You totally did order someone.” Fate-Pebble laughed. “Oh wait, I see it now. You’re right. You didn’t actually order anyone. You slept with a woman who saw Devak and my father together and you asked her during pillow talk. Sneaky. I can’t believe you compared your cock to Devak’s. Also, he’s not small, he’s average and I hate that I know that. My life is way too weird.”
“There’s literally nothing you can say that’ll stop me. But don’t worry, I’m pretty sure once he’s done laughing he’ll want to teach you.”
“It’s just…I don’t understand why you won’t go see my father.” “Why should I? He’s being cared for by the vampires he’s so fond of, and his guardian lover. I have a civil war to run. I can’t spare the time to babysit someone who doesn’t even know who they are right now.”
“He loves you.” “He shouldn’t.” “I agree. You’re a terrible person.” “Terrible is relative.” “Not in this case. You’re awful and I hate you,” she said, looking up at Tarrick.
“I hate that you beat him. Imprisoned him. Lied to him. Used him. I hate that he probably only loves you because you manipulated him. And that his love is a near obsession now. I hate that he was raped and you did nothing but watch it happen from a window.”
You only finally stood up for my father when you learned what he is. Who he is wasn't enough for you.”
“They didn’t lose their parents, live on their own as a teenager, get turned into a vampire, lose their sire, then get tossed into a war that won’t end until I die…”
Fate-Pebble’s face went hard. “Maybe…maybe we can change the future.” “And if we cannot, I will be there with you until the end. And after, I will make sure your name is never forgotten.”
“Do you know why I keep him as far away from you as possible?” “Jealousy.” “No, Tarrick. Other lovers have never bothered me. I keep you away because everything I do is to exalt him and everything you do is to exalt yourself.”
“I was Malarath’s mate and I serve Ilertha, do you think I can’t tell when an incubus is lying? Your actions are motivated purely by self-interest, and you won’t stop until everyone is calling you ‘Your Majesty’. Matthew’s love is a gift, and you are unworthy of it. I hope one day he sees that. But…” Devak paused, looking down at Tarrick. “I’m only his servant. It’s not my choice.
