Little had he expected the two to unite as friends. And after her first refusal to return to the Wild Court, their true identities were a secret they never discussed.
Now, with her standing here, in all her Unseelie glory, Camilla knew Kitty had never forgotten her home.
“Bunny threw a fit that rivaled William’s. Think she’s tired of her glamour too.”
Camilla smiled. The cat had transformed into her true being. A lovely little gray-and-white Fae lioness.
“You could have talked to me,” Kitty said, her voice unusually soft. “About everything. We were close, weren’t we?”
Camilla expelled a breath, nodding.
“Of course.”
She wasn’t sure how to say it. Part of her had worried that Kitty preferred being blissfully unaware, freed of Unseelie chaos. And the other part had worried that Kitty remained a tool for her parents. Someone sent to spy and report back. Lennox and his games were never-ending.
Instead of admitting that, Camilla said, “Vexley’s a vampire now.”
Kitty looked at her for a solid minute before bursting into laughter.
“How?”
Camilla told her. “I… I was the one to kill him, though.”
“You beheaded him and set him on fire?” Kitty’s eyes were round, a mixture of impressed and horrified.
“Not exactly. But I did behead him.”
Wolf looked pained. “Unless you set him on fire and watched his ashes scatter, he likely isn’t dead. A vampire isn’t easy to kill.”
Camilla felt oddly relieved. Vexley was a nightmare, but it was one less death on her hands.
Kitty remained far too amused. “Fitting. A mortal driven by his thirst for lust is now driven by his thirst.”
“When he was a human at the vampire court he was… still Vexley.”
Kitty laughed, delighted. “Please tell me he bedded a succubus.”
“He held her tail and…” Camilla shuddered. “I’m sure you can imagine. Blood lust at the vampire court is a sight.”
“Speaking of lust,” Kitty said, far too casually, “I heard the most interesting rumor. It seems your Lord Synton is the Prince of Envy. Please”—she grabbed Camilla’s hands—“please tell me you had wild demon sex with him.”
Camilla’s thoughts went immediately to the throne room.
“You did!” Kitty jumped. “Oh! I think I’m experiencing envy at the thought. How was it? I’ve heard his cock is huge. Is it?”
“Please, don’t answer that,” Wolf muttered.
“Oh!” Kitty practically bounced. “Please, please tell me it was as legendary as they say. There are rumors a portrait hangs above his bed, a kind of… visual stimulant. Would you sell your soul for another taste?”
Camilla sank her teeth into her lower lip. The portrait did hang above his bed, but nothing compared to the reality of the demon. She couldn’t very well admit it aloud.
“I—”
“I’m curious too, Camilla, darling,” a low voice drawled from the doorway. “Would you? Sell your soul?”
At the sound of his voice Camilla spun around, a hand pressed to her heart.
Envy stood in the doorway, his enormous glittering wings tucked close to his body.
Blood dripped from the feathers onto the floor.
For a horrifying second, she couldn’t tell if the blood was his.
Envy stepped fully into the room, scanning Wolf, then Kitty. He gave no indication of surprise when he took in Kitty’s true form. He did pause on the lioness, though, and she could have sworn amusement flickered before he banished it.
His attention settled on Camilla. Cold. Merciless.
She glanced again at the blood dripping off his wings. It wasn’t ichor; it was Fae.
“What have you done?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
His gaze remained locked on hers when he said, “I’d like some privacy with the princess.”
Kitty came up to Camilla’s side. “No.”
Envy arched a brow, waiting. His expression said You owe me that much.
Despite the dangerous glint in his eyes, Camilla silently agreed.
“Go,” Camilla said. “It will be fine.”
Kitty’s jaw tightened. She looked to Wolf, who stared Envy down.
“We’ll be close,” he promised, gaze on the prince. It was a warning.
Wolf escorted her friend out, leaving Camilla alone to face the very angry demon prince.
SIXTY-EIGHT
ENVY TOOK A perverse bit of pleasure at seeing the shock flicker over Camilla’s features. She hadn’t heard his approach, hadn’t expected him to be standing there.
She certainly hadn’t expected to see his wings.
Truth be told, he hadn’t expected to be there either. And he likely wouldn’t have been if Alexei hadn’t taunted him.
A wild, snarling, territorial beast had risen inside him. He’d almost leashed the monster inside; then his spies brought news of an assassination attempt, sealing Camilla’s fate.
He knew right then it was time to challenge the Fae.
Seeing the Wild Court as it had been after Lennox had opened the portal…
Envy would not leave her to the plotting of her wretched siblings.
If he had to throw her over his shoulder and magic her to his court, so be it. He didn’t know the first thing about being a hero, but he excelled at being the villain.
Now that they were alone together, Envy looked Camilla over and swallowed thickly. His gaze snagged on the necklace she’d made of his ring, then hardened. If her cursed siblings had gotten to her first, they would have ripped it from her throat.
Camilla must have mistaken who had angered him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, reaching up to undo the necklace. “I wanted to give this back to you…” She dropped her hands, looked at them. “I wanted to tell you the truth. I should have.”
But he’d given her every reason not to.
When he’d told her how much he hated Unseelie royalty, she’d flinched.
Thinking back on that conversation now, when Envy had admitted what had happened to make him despise the king so much, he saw her reactions in a new light.
She’d paled when he told her the role her father had played. A tear had slipped down the curve of her cheek. She’d also apologized.
Envy thought it was that foolish mortal reaction of accepting blame for others’ actions.
Now he knew. Camilla had been apologizing on behalf of her family.
Apologizing was no small thing for a Fae. It was something they rarely did.
And she’d just done so again.
Fresh anger iced the chamber.
“Do you know whose blood that is?” Envy pointed to the floor.
She swallowed hard, the column of her throat moving with the action.
“Some is Onyx’s,” Envy said. “The rest is from his guards.”
Her gaze sharpened on him. “My brother?”
“Yes.”
“You killed him? Are you mad?” she hissed. She looked around, as if searching for any spies. “You probably just started a war.”
He gave her an amused look that seemed to rankle her more.
“Whose side will you choose, pet?”
She glared at him, notching her chin up.
Envy wasn’t sure how he’d ever mistaken her for anything but royal.
“My own.”
Devil, grant me sin. That tone, that haughty, defiant look.
He was inconveniently aroused.