Page 33 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

“Yes?” He snapped upright. Roark was cautious because he’d previously interfered in events concerning Aeternals and humans. A big no-no. Of course, he’d saved two species, but did he get credit for that?No.

“What do you think?” the OneCreator asked his fire-winged assassin.

Roark grinned. “She won’t give up until she gets her way.”

The OneCreator stroked his chin. “She strikes me as obstinate.”

Was that a negative?

“That’s why we both love her,” said Roark.

So, no, it wasn’t. Good thing ‘cause she didn’t think it was a character trait she could change.

“Look, Oney.” Indigo pursed her lips, getting serious. “You have only yourself to blame.”

“How’s that, witch?” The brows again. Did he possess an alternate expression? The male needed lessons in reading females.

“I know you want me happy because I’m your favorite.” She pulled out the big guns, batting her lashes at his royal peacockyness.

The OneCreator and Roark exchanged looks. They both shrugged.

“True. And I fail to understand why. Okay. Oskar may accompany you.”

“Thanks. So kind. How about his cousins?”

He sighed. “Yes.”

“Thanks revisited. Another tiny request. May I tootle around OneWorld even when Roark isn’t with me?”

Both males again shouted, “No!”

Indigo frowned. “I don’t like how you’re teaming up against me.”

Three pairs of eyes flipped up to gaze overhead. An Immortal was coming in for a fast landing. Dom. Indigo didn’t figure the black-winged assassin would take her side on any issue. He was a cranky bastard.

A while back, Roark had put plans into action which saved both Aeternals and humans from destruction. Since the OC wasn’t happy with the interference, he put her lover into stasis. During that time, Indigo met Dom. Mr. Grumpy wasn’t the most helpful male around, and they still hadn’t made nice-nice with each other. So, she wasn’t happy to see him.

Before he dropped into the throne room, Roark whispered in Indigo’s ear, “He didn’t ask how many cousins your fat-assed gryphon has.”

“His mistake.”

Landing, Dom touched a knee on the stone tiles to steady himself. His one eye took in the crowd. “OneCreator. Indigo. Ohngel. Glad you’re here.”

“How’s the human female doing?” asked Roark.

“Great, given the circumstances.” He twisted toward Indigo. “I could use some ideas for clothes, not being up on female fashion.”

Indigo stroked Roark’s arm. “My sweetie will drop off some fashion mags.”

The OneCreator leaned forward on his throne again. “Human female? Would anyone care to enlighten me and explain why I’m the last to know?”

Dom stood his ground, spine stiff. “I called multiple times. You refused my paths. So the Feard decided to look into it until we had a better handle on the sitch, but things have happened that require answers.”

“Things? Could you be more precise?” His leg popped off the arm of his throne, and he shot upright.

Indigo hoped he wasn’t about to zap Dom out of existence. The OneCreator was moody that way.

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