Page 110 of Their Lethal Pet

I don’t care that these Strigoi are here. It’s a minor inconvenience on my part. They can do whatever the hell they want.

Morpheus can judge them, kill them, leave them be, or just eat popcorn while the Strigoi Royal Court falls apart. His domain, his rules.

Maybe this Queen is a Goddess,I think.Her domain, her rules, hmm?

Blowing out a breath, I rub my hand over my face. “I’ll mention your request to the Queen, too. Just so you knowif it’s even an option for you to stay here before you talk to Morpheus.”

I don’t know if Morpheus will be around to talk to them, though. I haven’t tried reaching out to my brother since the other day.

“Just… don’t go anywhere. I really don’t want to have to track you down, yeah?” I tell the Strigoi.

Sabre still looks pale, but that could just be his vampire-like coloring. It’s the middle of the day, which might be weakening him here. Fortunately, though, the Queen gave him a suite with blackout curtains. And there are no windows in the hallway, either.

“There’s nowhere for us to go,” Cage replies, his blue eyes flashing. “But we won’t be returning to the Morpheus Kingdom.”

I arch a brow, somewhat impressed by his display of a backbone. It takes serious courage to stand up to a Mythos Fae, especially when his kind worships my kind.

“Again, that’s a discussion for you and Morpheus,” I tell him. “I’m not going to force you to do anything other than answer to him.” Because I want nothing to do with any of this.

Cage doesn’t seem fully satisfied by my response, but I’m not sure what he expected me to say. I can’t grant him clemency. It’s just not my place.

Sabre winces, causing me to frown. “Are you all right?” I ask him. He’s still pretty pale, and I doubt I scared him that much with my words.

“He just needs more blood,” Cage says, wrapping his arm around his lover’s back. “Maybe you can ask the Queen for that, too?”

I nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”And add it to my long list of items for the Queen.

I’m not sure when I became an ambassador between realms, but I’m hoping this job is temporary.

Because I’m not cut out for this diplomatic bullshit.Fucking rules. Fucking power plays. Fucking meetings.

“I’ll be back,” I inform the Strigoi, my voice holding a touch of a growl to it. My frustration has very little to do with them and everything to do with the Queen waiting upstairs.

Glancing at my watch, I see that I still have about ten minutes.

Rules. Rules. Rules.

You know what? Fuck your rules.

I stalk off toward the elevator, deciding to let this Queen know who she’s dealing with.

Punching the button, I call it to me. Only, when it opens, it’s to reveal a man in a crisp suit.

No. Not a man. Something far more powerful than a man.

He studies me with glass-like eyes, his gaze running over my leather jacket and jeans before returning to my face, a frown marring his brow.

I move back on instinct, not because I wish to bow to this creature, but because I need more room to defend myself, should it come to that.

“You must be Orcus,” he says, stepping out of the elevator. His height rivals mine, placing him well over six feet tall.

However, his aura is similar to those of the Strigoi.

Another dreamwalker?I wonder, studying him closely.From another realm, perhaps?

“Who are you?” I demand.

“Cain,” he replies.