Page 90 of Wanted

“She’s finally doing better, away from all of this…” The word was right there, but Alex’s eyes traced down his best friend.

“You can say it, brother,” Fylox uttered, shrugging. I had never witnessed Fylox shrug before. “Bullshit. We helped Kamila get out of this bullshit and spend some time being herself. She didn’t have to fuck Aram Wraith or suck anybody’s dick that she didn’t like. She was just plain old Kamila. And she enjoyed the fuck out of it.”

Alex and Kamila snapped their heads in Fylox’s direction, weirded out by his statement. Kamila asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Gloriously so,” Fylox responded, the corner of his mouth lifting into an impeccable smile.

Another chuckle from Jordan and I understood that something was happening.

“Alright, kids,” Jordan joined us, his hands on his hips like he was busting an underage alcohol party. “Let’s break this up. Mandy, Weston, go back to your vacation home.”

“Mandy, would you like to stay here?” Kamila instantly asked.

I nodded. “Can I?”

“No, you can’t,” Jordan intercepted. He kept glancing at the windows, making me nervous.”

“Whatever.” Weston rolled his eyes, standing up from the sofa. He addressed Kamila. “Now that you have your own harem of bodyguards, you won’t be needing me anymore. Congratulations on getting married. I sure missed that memo. It must’ve been that day when I got stood up at the palace, waiting for you. Anyway. See you around, sis. Enjoy your life.”

Weston turned to leave, but Kamila grabbed his arm. They stood in the middle of the living room, watched by all of us. She said, “We need to have a talk soon. I don’t know when, but we have to clear whatever issues we have. We need each other.”

“I needed you when father threatened to bring you back to impregnate you and then kill you,” Weston snapped. “I was all alone here. Aris has been working on his marriage since you left. He barely takes on any projects. I had to sit through Aram threatening my entire family. I had to sit in front of Travis while his wife got defiled a couple of floors above my office.”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out.

“It’s not really helpful what you’re doing,” Fylox commented, unbothered and laid back on the sofa. He scanned the scene in front of him. “Kamila saved herself from her monster. She had her own issues to work through. She almost relapsed a couple of times. She’s been having nightmares for as long as I’ve known her.”

Kamila’s head snapped in Fylox’s direction.

“What I’m trying to say is that your father won’t kill Kamila,” Fylox went on. His ruthless voice left me in shudders. Fylox had that effect on people that weren’t that close to him. Kamila managed to see past his demons, but for people like Weston and me, he seemed bathed in hell. “If he tries, I’ll kill him myself.”

“Fylox…” Alex tried to intervene.

“I’d suggest you keep that thought to yourself. It’s treason to threaten the King of Katantia,” Weston told Fylox. “You could be thrown in a punishment sex house.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been there.”

Kamila lost her footing. Alex had to catch her before she fell to the ground. “What do you mean you’ve been there, Fylox?”

“It means that when he was in captivity, Fylox spent a considerate amount of time on Katantia,” Jordan explained.

“And you tell me that now?” Kamila raised her voice. “After everything?”

“What are they talking about?” Weston asked me. I shrugged.

“You get to know what I need you to know,” Fylox told Kamila. “Stop shaking. I’m fine, aren’t I? I survived just like you did. We always do.”

“You were just a child, Fylox. We don’t… This is Katantia. There are no children in sex punishment houses!” she contended, turning to Alex, but not even Alex could find a way out of this. He was as surprised to find out about this as the rest of us, which didn’t make me feel at ease. They didn’t have secrets in their camp. Why had they hidden this from Alex?

Alex stood there, contemplating.

“It’s pointless to argue. I was there. Are you calling me a liar?” Fylox asked.

“No…”

“Weston, let’s leave. They need to discuss this in private…” I told Weston. Pain flooded my abdomen when I rose to grab Weston by the arm.

“There is no privacy on Katantia. Everything is bugged,” the prince deadpanned. His glare went unmet by Jordan, who was once again watching the windows. “And as my sister says, there are no children in sex punishment houses.”