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This is perfect. I read through my apology several times, ensuring I’ve covered all my bases. I’ve apologized for my comments regarding his shadow form, and I’ve addressed my grudge.

I mean what I’ve written about letting it go, too. I’m annoyed I wasn’t the one to murder Mammon, but at least she’s dead. This was a win for Wrath, and I’m tired of holding this grudge. It’s exhausting, and it isn’t getting me anywhere.

I’m willing to admit I’m still threatened by Rexton’s popularity among Wrath, but that’s a separate issue to tackle.

I fold up the card and teleport to Lust. The card is a good start, but it’s not enough. I need David’s assistance. I don’t enjoy coming to him for help, but it’s a necessary evil.

I find him in his office, thankfully alone.

“I need a succubus,” I say.

David raises a brow. “A succubus?”

“Yes.”

I tap my foot against the ground, eager to get this over with. Rexton has only an hour break between meetings, which doesn’t leave him much time with his gift. Succubi are expensive, and I don’t love spending my money within Lust.

David leans back in his chair. “I’ve always suspected you—”

“It’s not for me,” I interrupt. I pull a folded-up piece of paper out of my pocket. Getting Rexton’s address was challenging, but I managed to secure it. I hand the paper to David. “How soon can you have somebody at this address?”

David skims the address, his lips pursed. “In fifteen minutes, but it’ll cost you.”

Of course. Succubi are expensive, and David knows better than to send me somebody of low value. I have a reputation to uphold. I want the best.

“Why a succubus?” David asks.

Has he always been this nosy? “It’s an apology.”

“For Rexton?”

What makes him guess that? “What have you heard?”

“Enough to know you owe him an apology.”

I drag my hands through my hair, displeased with this information. I knew word would travel around the workplace, but I never imagined it would spread outside Wrath’s borders. That’s not ideal, and I hope my kingdom doesn’t hold it againstme. Wraths are known for their long grudges, and they adore Rexton.

He’s managed to capture their hearts in a little over a month, and they’ll fight for him. I’m not sure if they’d fight for me. If somebody talked to me the way I spoke to Rexton yesterday, they’d applaud.

“Getting him a succubus is very kind,” David says. “He’ll appreciate this.”

I nod. “I know.”

I’m no fool. I may not know much about Rexton, but I’m well aware of his adventures within Lust. He whored his way through most of the women here, and he did so with wild abandon. I’d be impressed by the rumors of his skill if I didn’t hate him so much.

An hour with a succubus is the perfect apology.

“Can you get it done?” I ask David.

“Of course.”

I nod, then grimace. I promised Wren I’d put in a good word, and I keep my promises—even when they leave a bad taste in the back of my mouth.

“You should reach out to Wren,” I say.

David visibly recoils. “What?”

“Just do it.”