Page 50 of Gemini Hunted
Zara
“Eeek!” Mordred giggles. “Is that a haunted house?”
“Quiet.” Max levels a repressive look at the giggling demon we’re reluctantly dragging with us through the forest toward Villa Caligula. That’s thedomusfor House Hadrian, which isn’t our residential college at all. It’s Mallory’s.
That’s where Mal and her guys are (secretly) meeting us.
We motored in this morning from the yacht on the reliableFilibuster,then dragged the dinghy ashore and hid it in a sea cave they used to stow bootleg liquor, like a hundred years ago, in the Academy’s Prohibition era.
As we sneak through the creepy forest that huddles against the villa’s flanks, we catch glimpses of the tumbledown structure through gaps in the bristly vault of evergreen branches hanging over us. Dark and spooky in the pearly gray mist of a rainy morning, the college’s crooked walls and twisted turrets lean over the sea cliff like a suicide getting ready to jump.
Villa Caligula, my ass. That place is straight outtaThe Addams Family.
Despite the ominous vibe theirdomusgives off, Mal and her menage are friendlies. That was still Max’s read whenMallory signaled him down from the skies with a flashlight for a huddled consult on the sea cliff last night.
Those three (Mal and her guys) were the first to join the revolution and side with us when Cleo stole my crown. Her guys weird me out, but I do trust Mal.
Still, the Dean’s Challenge is in full swing.
Only one team can win.
So we’re all twitchy as fuck.
Except for Mordred, who’s still giggling. With Neo’s preppy raincoat hanging open around the sex demon’s bare bronze chest and Aquaman pants, his webbed feet laced into a pair of V’s chunky combat boots, and the messenger bag holding the Horn of Ceres bumping against his hip, that incubus oughta look ridiculous.
Even though he left his big trident on the boat.
Instead, that naked expanse of flexing chest and sculpted abs makes me wanna lick him all over like an ice cream cone. Starting at the top of his corded neck and just working my way down. All the way to that thick bulge between his thighs.
I give a hard swallow and remind myself of a few difficult truths.
Sex demon. This shit isn’t real. He’s sexing you up.
Plus it’s pretty obvi Mordred’s having a similar effect on Vasili. I mean, my snake did bite the guy, so of course V’s pheromones are going alpha batshit crazy. I saw it this morning when he loaned the demon his footwear.
(Byloaned, I mean V dropped the shoes at Mordred’s feet and basically forced the demon to wear them.)
“Awwww,”Mordred teased at the time, with one of his trademark winks. “Master has given Dobby a sock.”
Without missing a beat, V fired back, “It places the boots on its feet or else it gets the hose again.”
The chilling effect of Vasili Romanov going all Hannibal Lector would be a lot to handle for the average demon.
But not this one.
Mordred only flashed his dimples and whispered to me, “I think he likes me. Do you think he likes me?”
Like I said.
Sex magic.
His is some potent shit.
Adding to the spooky atmosphere in this shadowy forest, with mist winding through the trunks and cool rain plopping through the branches, a bat flutters into view and nearly gets tangled in the demon’s blue hair.
“Eeee!”Mordred squeals like a girl, then giggles again.
At least one of us is enjoying himself.
