Page 54 of Eboenia

“I hate to be that person, but Sin does love you too. His love might’ve shown up late, but he’s the reason why Hex13 was able to come to Charmden. War backstabbed him, and he’s going to backstab you too. You can’t make a deal with the devil,” Blair stated.

“Sin doesn’t love me. He loved how I made him feel during intimacy. I was his relief whenever his father destroyed his manhood. If he truly cared for me, he would’ve never forced me to be his wife, knowing his father killed my mother. If it wasn’t for War backstabbing him, Sin would’ve never shown his true colors. He was fucking Lune, someone who was like a sister tome. Sin reached out to War because he was too scared to kill a man who treats him like shit.”

A knock rattled the door. “Training is in an hour!” War called out.

“Training? We’re not fighting for Hex13,” Blair whispered.

“It’s mandatory or you’ll go into the dungeon with the rest of your pointed ear punks!” War barked.

“Can we just go home?” Blair asked, her voice breaking.

“You’re stuck here until Hoax is dead. I don’t trust y’all’s big-ass mouths!” War snapped. Another knock. “One hour and bring y’all’s asses out! Y’all’s wardrobe is by the door!” I heard him stomp away.

“Geesh, he acts like he’s someone’s father,” Jinx complained, and I blushed.

“Big dick energy. He’s like that in bed too,” I said, feeding her a piece of broccoli.

“My body creams with fairy honey when we’re intimate,” I added, and they gasped.

“Reallyyyyy?” Jinx asked, fanning herself.

“That’s really a thing?” Blair asked.

“Yup, and my clit blossoms,” I said, cheeks burning.

“No wonder she’s stuck. She’s—what do the humans call it? ‘Dickmatized’,” Blair said.

I sprawled across the rug, making my ass cheeks clap, and Jinx smacked it. “I can’t believe you two are acting like this and we’ve been kidnapped,” Blair said.

Jinx waved her off. “Eboenia said we can trust them and I trust her. I just don’t like this thing around my neck,” Jinx said, tugging at the collar.

“We’re not from this realm, so it’s to protect them from being attacked in their own space. It’s their law,” I explained, and Blair rolled her eyes.

“Sooooo, are y’all like in love? He’s very possessive over you,” Jinx said.

“He don’t believe in love, but I feel this spark between us. A shift—his feelings have grown for me outside of our intimacy. He talks to me, tells me about his life. I don’t expect him to ever say he loves me. His protection is his form of love,” I replied.

“Ugh, she even speaks differently. I’m not ready for you to grow up,” Blair joked, and I flicked her off.

“I’ll be happy when you grow down. Loosen up sometimes, geesh,” I teased back.

“Here, try some of this wine,” Jinx said, pouring a pitcher into a glass. She handed it to Blair, but she pushed it away.

“I don’t want any of their wine. I barely want the food, but I need the strength in case I have to fight,” Blair muttered.

“More for us,” Jinx shrugged.

“Eboenia, promise me something,” Blair said, suddenly serious.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting up.

“Promise me that you’ll at least fight against his curse,” she replied.

“I was trying to at first, but now I don’t want to. If you love me, you’ll accept it,”I replied.

Blair didn’t respond, she ate in silence while Jinx and I joked around and sipped wine. Being the oldest and the mother figure made her out to be well observant, like she had to protect us. I didn’t fault her however, she would just have to understand I was breaking out of a cocoon.

An hour later, we were dressed in leather catsuits with hooded capes attached and thick combat boots. The suits were enchanted—soon as I slid mine on, it clung to my body like it was sewn just for me. The stitching ran in the shape of flowers, but the petals gleamed faintly, like they were alive.

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