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Valerie was dragged through the halls of the bottom level until she was climbing the stairs to Savannah’s apartment. It was so similar to her own, the only notable difference being the colours. Hers were green rather than purple.

Geryon followed behind King Bradwick and the four ladies attached to him as they strolled in a group.

She did not return to me.Cecily didn’t come to his chambers like he’d asked of her. There had also been talk of her walking the palace late at night by herself.

He wasn’t given the chance to know why.

He hadn’t realised when he set out to pursue her that she would be this difficult.

There had been a look in her eye the last time he’d been with her, after he tasted her. He shuddered at just the memory of the sweet vision. She had wanted him, desired him. If he hadn’t promised her he wouldn’t, he would have taken her then.

To take her with the taste of her pussy on my tongue?He shuddered again.

Yet she didn’t come to him to slake her lust like he asked. Geryon had wanted to take her relentlessly. Then, in between bouts of sex, he wanted to get to know her. He craved to learn more, show her he wanted more than just her body.

I want to peek behind her mask and see all her hidden faces.Most of them wouldn’t require sex.

Instead of waking up this morning satisfied and elated, he realised he’d fallen asleep on his bed, alone.

His mood was sour, and the only reason he was still with the group of ladies and the king was because he was waiting to speak with Cecily alone.

He was sorely mistaken that he would get the chance. Not once did she have a moment to herself. There she was, right in front of him, yet so out of reach.

Never had Geryon felt so trapped. He’d never felt so frustrated at not getting what he wanted.I must constantly dance around Bradwick and the court.He couldn’t just grab the female.

I cannot even speak to her without prying eyes and ears about. Apparently, just getting in proximity is near impossible.He barely got the chance, and it was often fleeting.Does she do this on purpose?She even left the dining hall accompanied this night.

At his place against the wall, listening in on the conversations of the court, he’d watched her. There was one thing that made his eyebrows raise when dinner came.

She had chosen to sit next to Charlotte.

That in itself was strange, and it got stranger over the course of their meal. She often tried to speak to the girl, like she wished to be friendly. Then, when Bradwick told them he wished to retire, before any of them could do or say anything, he watched Cecily purposely knock her wine straight into the girl’s lap.

When the girl gasped and Cecily was trying to apologise, Savannah cut in to ask Bradwick to accompany him. Geryon noticed Wyetta sitting there without speaking, a smile upon her face.

Bradwick took Savannah from the room, and there was a slightly pink hue to her cheeks.She intends to go to his chambers.

Charlotte stormed from the room in a huff, much like she did the previous night, her lady-in-waiting fawning over her to help remove the stain with a napkin.

Wyetta began to silently laugh behind her hand while Cecily’s lips twitched into a smile. It seemed this was a planned affair between all three women, which left him internally scratching his head. Wyetta leaned forward across the table to touch her hand.

“You really are a fiend.” Even though Wyetta said it softly, he was still able to hear her. “Your plan was brilliant. Come, I wish to play a game.”

With a growl, realising he wasn’t going to get her alone this night either, he’d exited the hall.

Geryon woke the next morning, not long after the sun rose, and eventually made his way to Bradwick’s suite. Food had been laid out for them both, but Bradwick wasn’t already eating like he normally would be.

He was also still in his bed clothes.

He held a singular gold coin, twirling it across the back of his knuckles, deep in thought.

“I can smell Lady Savannah was here, but you do not look as pleased as you have the last few mornings,” Geryon said before he took a seat and grabbed his plate of food.

He ate with his fingers, not bothering to be neat. He hated eating with proper etiquette; it was one of the reasons he refused to eat with the court. It was also because Dragons were notoriously defensive of their food; they preferred to eat in private.

“She was lovely. I am tremendously pleased with her,” he answered, his eyes narrowing at nothing.

He cocked his eyebrow. He expected Bradwick to tell him the girl was wild, not lovely.