Page 59 of Her Males

“Wait,” I call out as Mammon stands. “I’m here by my own choice. Shay and I need your help with the females.” My voice cracks, but I continue. “Aziel knows how to fix the declines, and we have the information here.”

Shay hands her the report, and I clench and unclench my fists as Mammon takes it and sits back down. She fingers through the pages, taking her sweet time to read every section.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my shirt, my nerves worsening as Shay begins to fidget. This was supposed to be a quick meeting before my males discovered I was gone, and with each passing minute, my worry grows.

“So, Charlotte,” Mammon starts, setting the report on her lap. “You’re willing to betray Aziel for this? Why?”

I clear my throat. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Mammon hums, her eyes darting between me and the papers she holds. “You’re aware this is treason, yes? The Wrath Trio will execute you for coming here.”

I stiffen. No, I did not realize that.

I feel like I’m about to vomit as it sinks in just how badly I’m fucking up. This isn’t just me going against my males’ wishes. This is me going against the King of Wrath, one of the last remaining fates, and a Prince of Lust.

My back is sweaty, and I lean forward to disconnect myself from the chair I’m sitting in.

Shay chimes in. “They won’t kill her. They claimed her.”

Mammon adjusts her son before standing and approaching. I wring my hands together as she grabs the neckline of my shirt and tugs it down so she can see my skin. Her actions make me painfully aware that I’m only wearing one of Silas’s shirts.

“She bears no marks,” Mammon says.

She looks at Shay as she speaks, but I answer.

“They want to wait to make sure it’s truly what I want,” I explain.

Her finger slides across my neck before dipping down the front. I try not to look too creeped out as she presses her palm over my heart.

“I’ve never liked Aziel. I could tolerate Gray and Silas, but the Wrath has always caused problems. If I were anything like him, I’d kill you and send you back in pieces,” she says, pulling her hand from my shirt. “Did you know that’s what he did with my firstborn?”

I breathe through my nose to try to stop the overwhelming panic her proximity brings. Her power doesn’t affect me as much now that I’ve gotten so used to being around Aziel and Silas, but she doesn’t need that to terrify me.

“If I’m being objective, I suppose my son deserved it,” Mammon continues. “He was stupid to be toying with the incubus’s feelings, but I still didn’t appreciate getting pieces of his cock delivered to me by a lowly shadow.”

I gulp, unsure what response she’s looking for.

Her fingernail scrapes the underside of my chin, and I shyly lift my head until I’m facing her.

“Look me in the eye. Are you lying about this information, Charlotte?”

Her nail digs into the soft skin of my neck.

“I’m telling the truth.” I gasp.

Mammon seems pleased as she smiles and steps away, finally giving me space. The baby on her chest whines, and Mammon calmly switches him to her other breast before gesturing for me to follow.

“Then I need you to stick around for a few days,” she says. “We’ll meet with the shifters tomorrow, and I have some contacts with the high elves I’ll reach out to.”

My throat runs dry, and I look between her and Shay in a panic.

“I need to go home,” I rush to say.

Mammon’s eyebrows furrow. “Did you not come here to assist?”

“I did! That’s why I’ve told you this information!”

“Yes, and in order to help me, I’m going to need your words. Leaving will only prolong the process,” she explains, her words laced with disappointment as she heads to the door. “Shay will take you home if that’s what you wish.”

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