Page 84 of Wicked Heirs

In fact, it settled it—this was happening.

Fucking jealous? Me? The Dark Prince?It was absurd. Yet it was reality at this juncture.

Talon held out his hand to me. “Ready?”

I gave a nod, then took his hand in a steadfast grip and closed my eyes as I called on my magic and brought a specific memory to the surface at the same time.

As I felt my power rise, I heard a choked sound from Talon as it flowed into him. It was a lot to take without a doubt. His hand shook in my grip for a few moments, before he was able to get a handle on it.

“I have control. I can feel your glamour is also in place, so only the two of them will see, not the humans in the café,” he told me. “Here goes nothing.”

“Give it to them, baby bird.”

I opened my eyes now I had the spell steady and melding with his, and I looked as he worked his fire magic, circling his free left hand while the other clasped mine tightly so we could combine our efforts of his ability to manipulate fire and mine to do a whole lot more.

The candles on their table flickered, the flames dancing, before starting to rage and providing more surface area.

“Now,” Tal spoke to himself, a second before the images of my memory appeared in the flames like a combination of a video and a hologram.

It depicted the memory of my night with Alena.

Flesh on flesh.

Passion unadulterated.

And a whole lot of down and dirty.

I could hear the sounds thanks to my connection to the spell.

“That’s right, my dirty little angel, come all over my cock.”

“Ah… fuck. Fuck me, Orpheus!”

“Ungh, yeah. There it is. Break for me, Alena.”

“Damn, that’s some hot shit,” Talon commented.

I smirked. “Did you really expect anything less?”

“From a dirty and depraved bastard like you? Absolutely not.”

We observed the shift in their demeanors, the two of them tensing as they took in the sight before them.

Alena’s cheeks heated and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Xavier’s eyes narrowed and then he slammed his fist down on the table, pissed that the mood and their romantic date had now been torn right through in the blink of an eye.

Alena shoved her hand through her hair, then blew out two of the candles.

And then Xavier snapped his fingers and extinguished the remainder.

But even with it gone, the damage had already been done.

I smiled to myself.

Ah, magnificent.

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