Page 99 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

The Vissimo woman moved forward with a floating grace that told me the supernatural was old as dirt. She laughed in delight—at what I wasn’t sure—and the corners of my mouth lifted at the sound. It was as though I’d had wings for a second. The woman was ethereal. Blonde tresses to her waist, and milky skin. Her boobs were fucking remarkable.

“Queen Titania, what a pleasure to see you again.” Andie stepped forward, and Sascha shadowed her closely.

Queen.

“Andie, the pleasure is mine. You are more beautiful than ever, my dear.”

If those words had come out of my grandmother’s mouth, I would’ve said she was luring someone in for the kill. I couldn’t detect anything other than genuine welcome from the Vissimo queen. This woman shared DNA with Kyros… I just couldn’t see the link at first glance. Though—I peered closer—Kyros might’ve inherited the set of her features.

“This is High Esteemed Tempest of the Buried Knolls coven,” Andie said, gesturing to me.

I walked forward with my own man shadow. I inclined my head. “Queen Titania. I welcome the union between our races.”

“As do I, High Esteemed. Demons will not claim the territory we have worked so hard to keep.” Her expression turned savage, and alarm filled me at the shift before I saw her focus shift to a couple walking our way.

Her son and his mate.

Queen Titania was a mother, and she would protect her children from danger at all costs. Good to know.

Kyros bent to kiss his mother’s cheek, either resigned to or unbothered by her attire. Considering he’d avoided looking at the naked Andie and Sascha during the coven visit, I’d guess at the former. “Mother, does Father know you’re greeting our guests?”

A roar shook the mansion in the distance.

“He did not,” she admitted. “We are coming now, my king.”

The roaring trailed off, but Basilia grimaced at her mate. The gesture didn’t exactly inspire confidence in me. I didn’t want to deal with a pissed-off mate who was also an ancient supernatural.

Was I going to turn around, though?

No.

The queen led us into the mansion, and soon we were crossing an expansive courtyard toward a set of double doors that I could picture as the doors to a mystical tomb. Hopefully not my own. Wild was growling, and Hairy—who’d largely been quiet until now—sent him a sympathetic look. The beta Luther must’ve witnessed all of this before during Sascha and Andie’s mating.

I gathered Wild’s lashing magic and drew his three affinities in to our magical center.

His growling cut off, and he arched a brow my way after. “Thanks.”

“You got it, handsome.” A new trick, and a handy one. We could center each other, apparently. That was huge. Chaos was one of the biggest issues maguskind faced. Especially the powerful ones. This could strengthen our race hugely, even without all the other power gains from a mating ritual.

Kyros pushed open the double doors, and cold power poured out from within.

Wade dropped to the floor without preamble at the crushing force of the Vissimo’s power. Huxley and Spyne froze on the spot, their spines struggling to remain straight. Hairy’s teeth were gritted tight against joining Wade on the floor.

Spyne unfroze enough to reach down and help Wade up—much to Huxley’s annoyance. They, along with Hairy, remained behind as the rest of us trailed after the queen.

King Julius sat in an enormous stone throne at the top of a tower of wide stairs. What was more, he filled the throne. The guy was of astronomical, muscular size, and formed like an Egyptian god. That visual was only reinforced by his goatee and the sarong he wore.

“Titan,” he stated.

Chills rippled down my spine.

She blurred up the stairs to her king and perched on his lap. “I was curious, my king.”

His gaze was on her breasts, and I couldn’t blame him. I wanted to look at them, too, and I wasn’t even that way inclined.

“I know, right?” Basilia said to me under her breath, sending a knowing look with it.

There were some things that even a potentially deadly exchange between three races of supernaturals couldn’t distract from. Queen Titania’s boobs were one of them.

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