Page 35 of Wicked Heirs

“What was it?”

“To sleep with the enemy. Somebody with evil running through their veins. To slum it with an “impure being”.”

I stilled and eased my fangs free.

He hadn’t even told Tal and me what had happened with her, yet he’d just confessed it to Alena and let her in on it.

He’d also been acting strange and majorly on edge since that day he’d taken her from the cafeteria and I’d scented a mass amount of arousal coming off them both when I’d burst into his room.

“Wow, that’s… I’m sorry that—”

Commotion coming from nearby caught my attention just as it obviously caught hers, enough to stop her mid-sentence.

Begging and choking.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“You know very well. Those noises coming from that tent behind you?”

“Come inside and find out. Unless that fear of yours is stopping you yet again.”

I tensed, waiting with bated breath.

And then I heard her footsteps.

“Good girl. Step inside with me.”

I eased completely from Artemis and rose to my feet. “Sorry, we’re done here.”

“Fine by me,” he said, all blissed-out, sinking into the cushions. “I got what I needed.”

In the next moment, he was bucking as he came all over the yellow magical hand.

Lovely.

I caught Talon’s eye, his curiosity there about the sense of urgency coming off me, a second before I vamp sped away from the area.

I cameto a stop just outside the purple tent with the fairy lights decorating it.

The place where Orpheus had chosen to punish two of our detractors.

I listened to Alena kicking up a storm of protest at what she was witnessing of their punishment within.

The punishment consisted of slowly pulling one of them into the earth and strangling them to within an inch of their lives with vines and branches. And the other was being punished by being held still by his magic on his hands and knees while cockroaches were filling his mouth, hence the choking.

“Stop it then. Free them,”Orpheus was taunting her.

“You know I can’t do that. Cut your magic, stop the spells.”

“And what will I get in return for granting you such a favor?”

“A favor? It’s called decency and doing the right thing.”

“Doing the right thing? No, I beg to differ. You don’t know what their crimes are.”

“Whatever they were, it doesn’t warrant this disgusting display, this sadism.”

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