Page 14 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

Calix gets out of the carriage, and I am about to take a side door out to the gardens when I see the girl he is pulling out of the carriage. The fact that he brought a girl home is nothing new. He does this almost every night, though not recently.

But it is the girl that he has pulled out who is different.

I don’t know why she is different.

Maybe it is her fiery red hair that tumbles down her back. Maybe it is the way she is pulling fiercely away from Calix, who has a tight grip on her arm.

Maybe it is that her face is so beautiful that my chest hurts looking at her.

I can see every detail of her face from where I stand, mostly because the light of the rising moon is shining down on where she stands, like a spotlight.

She belongs in the spotlight.

Her eyes are a bright, sharp brown, and slightly deep set. The girl’s face is sweet, but her cheekbones are sharp and high, and her mouth is full and red.

I get a more clear view of the rest of her as Calix starts dragging her up the driveway.

She is wearing trousers, boots, and a cotton shirt underneath a jacket. The clothing she is wearing is meant to obscure her body, but nothing can obscure the lines of her body. Her body is full and ripe and lush. The swell of her breasts is obvious even beneath the layers of clothing.

Her ass and thighs strain against the trousers, and when she pushes up the sleeves of her jacket and shirt, I get a view of muscular arms.

Who is she?

I am walking without thinking. I ignore the side door but march right down the hall as Calix is dragging the girl through the front doors.

Calix notices me then and smiles his lascivious, lop-sided smile.

Then he turns to the girl, the woman, whose full lips are pouting slightly, and strokes her cheek. In that moment, I feel such rage that I’d be willing to rip his arms off his body.

Remain calm.

I know why this is bothering me so much. Because I know what is in store for the woman. Everyone in this household knows. And she clearly isn’t a hardened prostitute who’s used to Calix’s rough treatment.

Her face is not weathered or caked in makeup the way most of Calix’s girls are. Her face is completely unlined, and devoid of any makeup at all. In fact, I think her lips are naturally that color. But despite her innocence, I think she knows what is about to happen. Her face, beautiful as it is, is dull and emotionless.

Her eyes should be sparkling with joy.

The unbidden thought surprises and disturbs me.

I should not be thinking about a human woman this way.

“Calix, what are you doing?” My voice is hoarse. I’m speaking to Calix but I cannot stop staring at his human woman.

“I am going to have some fun tonight, brother.” His voice is as smarmy as the smile on his face.

You need to stop him. Before he ruins her.

Because that is undoubtedly what my brother plans to do.

He likes ruining beautiful things.

“Don’t you think it is too late for your games, Calix?” This time I do look at Calix, though it takes an effort to drag my eyes away from the woman. “We have an early morning meeting tomorrow,” I remind him. “And you need to be well-rested for it.”

Calix rolls his eyes at me, but I can tell that I am getting to him.

Despite his idiocy and general lack of control, Calix does feel some sense of duty to the family. Also, our father won’t be pleased if Calix misses yet another meeting. He might be the golden son, and I might actually do everything, but our father doesn’t accept poor behavior from anyone– not even Calix.

“It is so late, Calix,” I lower my voice, making it gentle, even conspiratorial. I lean towards him, and do my best to ignore the human woman. “You should just show her to her rooms and rest. You’ll need all the energy you can get. You know.”

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