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As expected, our brothers are already on their way to her.
She stands across the gardens before a giant chocolate waterfall made up of cobblestone. The young gnomes who found their way to her at her side.
They laugh and shove dessert after dessert toward her, and London smiles as she takes a small bite of each, her palm overflowing to the point she has to hold it against her body to try and keep them from falling.
The smallest of them all, dressed in a flowery pink dress and long, yellow braids, slips between her legs, spinning round and round as she holds on to another.
“They sense her power,” he says, and I nod without looking away.Unable to. History and fuckery aside, there’s no denying that London would make a phenomenal fucking Queen.
The young here have a way about them. They can pick up on what’s on the inside, even if hers is lying temporarily dormant.
London laughs then, and the sound vibrates through my chest, forcing me to clench my teeth until I feel one crack. It’ll heal, but I wish it wouldn’t. I deserve to break, even if only physically, for what I’ve done to her, for what I’ll continue to do.
Sin and Legend reach her, crowding from behind. The young gnomes scatter just as my brothers claim the space at London’s side.
They cage her in, her head whipping from one to the other, but neither speak. They just stand, staring down at her, and slowly, the corner of her mouth lifts.
Her lips part, and I don’t know what she says, but both Sin and Legend give curt nods.
“What did you see?” I finally ask, keeping my eyes trained on the girl who has no fucking idea who I am to her. “When you looked in her head, what did you see?”
Creed is silent a few more moments, and it’s almost too fucking much, but then his hand clamps over my shoulder.
“Chaos,” he says coolly. “Pure. Fucking. Chaos.”
Fuck.
* * *
London
All at once, the unconventionally adorable gnomes divide, the treats they didn't get a chance to pass my way falling to the grass; only to disappear the moment they do.Worry whirls low in my belly as I watch them run full speed toward the budding rose bushes ahead. They don't slow down; they go straight through them little by little, their bodies growing fuzzier and fuzzier as if the flowers are no more than a portal for them to jump through.
Shit, maybe they are.
I don't have to wonder for long what scared them away, as a large shadow appears on the ground ahead of me a blink later.
I know who it is without looking. Or I have an idea and my guess is it’s two of the four.Sure enough, as I tip my head over my shoulder, there they are.They come to stand beside me, so I take a half a step back so I can look at them both.
Neither says a word, the pair standing stiff and simply staring.
I've never had the attention of royalty, and never in my life did I think I would have the Royals and Rathe this close, so despite my usual confidence, a small ball of anxiousness forms behind my ribs.
I do the only thing I can think of and awkwardly lift my hands while pushing out my belly as if to draw their attention to the massive stack of snacks I'm holding there, and lift my right hand, taking a bite of the one closest to my lips.
“Want some?” I offer.
Both stand perfectly still for a moment, and it's the twin who dips down, choosing to bite off the edge of a caramel dipped apple, some shiny shit sprinkled on top.It also happens to be one of the treats in the hand pressed to my body, so in true playboy fashion, as I'm assuming young Lords would be, his turquoise eyes snap up to mine just when they’re level with my breast.
The sharp points of his teeth are barely visible, but they are there, and it makes me wonder if he's a vamp. I've never seen one in real life that I know of and I always kind of wondered, “Do vampires die in the sun?”
His brows snap together, and slowly he lifts himself up, licking the pink dust from the corner of his mouth, just as his brother begins to laugh.
It's a nice laugh. Deep and a little naughty, and when I look into his eyes, I decide if it's him.I would bet he's the youngest, though they are all close in age, but this one has a hint of … not exactly softness, but something that the others don't.A sense of morality maybe, if only the smallest bit.“I'm Legend,” he says, almost as if his name saddens him somehow. “No, vamps don't die in the light.”
“They can,” the other offers.
When I look at him, I find he's already staring.
