Page 37 of Beauty At Stake
“Only to serve his king,” Raza said. “If he's an honest, loyal Demon, he'll be happy to do that.”
Back to loyalty. I almost rolled my eyes.
“He's probably relieved to have his king on his side,” Kill said.
I looked toward the door. “Why are we even waiting in here? Let's get him more comfortable at least.” I took Losuc's hand. “Come with me, Losuc. We'll get you out of here.”
He stood up and followed me out of the room and down the corridor, into Star's study. Star was at the bookshelves, searching the leather spines. Sal was with him, but none of the other guards. They glanced at us as we came in.
“So, he's innocent, eh?” Sal asked.
“Yup.” I led Losuc to a chair. “Sit down here and make yourself comfortable.”
He sat down and settled in.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked.
“For fuck's sake.” Sal rolled her eyes.
“We just scared the shit out of an innocent man.” I lifted a brow at her. “And some of us even insulted him.Some of usdelighted in it. I think a drink is the least of what we can offer him now. An apology wouldn't be unreasonable too.”
“Yes, I'd like a drink,” Losuc said.
I looked back at him. “What would you like?”
He stared at me.
I cursed under my breath. “What do you normally drink?”
“Vodka.”
“There's a bottle on the sideboard.” Star waved at his cocktail setup, his stare still searching the books.
“Do you take any mixers with it?” I asked Losuc.
“You gonna put an umbrella in it too?” Sal asked.
“Sallales!” Star snapped.
“Sorry.”
“You should say that to him.” I pointed at Losuc. Then to Losuc, I said, “I'm sorry for all of this, Losuc. Now, do you normally mix the vodka with anything?”
“Soda,” Losuc said.
I went to the sideboard and made his drink, then brought it back to him. “Here you go. Drink it as you like.”
Losuc sipped his drink and stared at me. That was about SOP for star-crossed people, so it didn't make me uneasy. I just smiled and nodded at him.
“This doesn't make any sense.” Killian flung himself in the chair behind the desk.
“Get out of my chair,” Star said without turning around.
Killian stuck his tongue out at Star and got up. He found another chair near the fireplace and pulled the same flinging maneuver. “Witches don't use spells. We don't have spellbooks. That would be like fairies using a spellbook.”
“That is not so farfetched,” Raza said, his tone ominous.
Everyone turned to look at him, even Star.
