Page 115 of Dark Angel

He cracks a smile. “This is fun. You don’t seem like the type of person who comes out for fun.”

“I like fun outside of my training.”

“Ah.” And Emmett stands beside him, both of them watching the dancers.

“I don’t have pints, if that’s what you’re wanting.”

“I didn’t say anything about that.”

Charles grits his teeth.

“Why are you here alone? Do you not have friends to accompany you?” Emmett asks nonchalantly.

Charles’ tongue swipes his bottom lip. “Not really.”

“That’s a shame.”

Emmett goes to walk off when Charles grabs his arm. “I need that love spell.”

“This again…” Emmett drawls irritated. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you. It’s hard.”

Charles shakes his head. “You don’t understand. If I don’t find a wife, then I can’t become the next leader.”

“Angels, your kind is cruel. How dare they force you to wed,” Emmett mocks, taking a sip of his drink.

Charles glares at him. “It is, all right. Just, I need it to get any girl to fall for me.”

“Do you have someone in mind?” he questions.

Charles shakes his head. “Not really. She just needs to be female and Seraphim.”

Emmett scratches his fiery hair. “I will see what I can do. But from my experience, it doesn’t always end well. It wears off after a while.”

Charles shrugs, “Once I am wedded, then what do I care?”

Emmett blinks at him, his mouth rolling up before questioning, “And you can’t see why people don’t like you?”

Charles’ mouth tightens. “Will you help me or not?”

“Very well. I will make up a vial for you.”

“Thank you.” Charles drawls, turning back to the dancers.

Emmett continues to eye him. Charles’s throat works. “There’s something else you’re not telling me.”

His large olive eyes swivel back onto the Elemental. “I am not sharing anything more with you.”

“If you want my help though…”

Charles licks his lips furiously. His fingers fiddle in his lap aggressively as he fights the pressure building in his chest. The accumulation of nerves firing under his flesh makes him shiver with apprehension.

“Well?” Emmett says loudly.

“I don’t like women.” Charles blurts out.

“I mean, they can be annoying, I suppose.”

“No,” Charles fully turns to him now. “As in, I don’t find women attractive.”

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