Dark Skye (Immortals After Dark #15)(94)

Morgana was a queen in two senses. Just as Lanthe was the Queen of Persuasion, with a persuasive ability greater than that of any other, Morgana—the Queen of Sorceri—possessed the ability to control her subjects and their powers absolutely. Plus, she was also the regent of the Sorceri.

“Is Morgana so fearsome, then?” Nereus asked.

“We are all fairly much helpless before her.” Well, except for her arch-nemesis La Dorada—who, incidentally, had risen for this Accession. “Taking something Morgana wants would be a treasonous act.”

He stroked his beard. “I will have to think on that.”

Had Lanthe done enough to deflect him?

An army of Nereids began serving the main course: lobster still in the shell, with sea vegetables as an accompaniment.

“This looks amazing!” Lanthe said, though she would never touch the lobster.

“Enjoy, my winsome sorceress.” When Nereus rose, she jerked her gaze upward before she got another eyeful. “Allow me to circulate so that my other guests don’t accuse you of monopolizing me. I’m not the only one who considers smiting a solution to social blunders.”

“Of course. Take your time.” She waved bye-bye, then turned her attention to Thronos, who was presently slouched in his chair, wings slack, regarding everything with a gimlet eye. Probably pondering how to kill a god.

“When Nereus gets back, I’m going to ask him about the portal.”

Thronos’s knuckles were white on his goblet when he drank.

Under her breath, she said, “I don’t have a choice in this. I refuse to die here, and I refuse to be trapped as some spawner beneath the ocean. I’m doing the best I can in a honey/vinegar situation.”

“I know this!” Thronos exhaled, then said in a lower tone, “I know. And that was clever to throw Morgana into the mix.”

“Let’s just hope it works.”

Appearing to shake away the worst of his ire, Thronos raised his goblet before her. “Taste this ale.” He seemed almost buzzed. “It’s delicious.”

She took a sip from his cup, then handed it back with a grimace. “Are you crazy?”

“What?” He downed a large gulp.

“That’s demon brew.” Loved by demons and hated by most others in the Lore.

He swallowed loudly, nearly choking on the liquid. He must know that this drink left one steadily tipsy, until abrupt drunkenness hit like a sledgehammer.

“Why would they serve me demon brew?” he demanded.

Lanthe gave him a bless your heart look.

He bit out a harsh laugh. “So the evidence continues to mount? And N?x wants to know if it matters that we might be demons.”

“How much have you had, Thronos?”

“Three or so goblets.”

“Three? You’re going to be tanked.” Though she’d only had a little more than a goblet of wine, she would taper off, just in case.

He gazed at her mouth, his lids heavier. “My impending drunkenness should please you, no?”

“You’ve misunderstood me. I don’t care if you drink or not; I just don’t want you to tell me not to. But tonight, I’ll take it easy, so one of us is on guard.”

A Nereid squeezed between them to fill his goblet. The female all but pressed her voluptuous breasts in his face, before traipsing off.

Even though he was buzzed, he kept his mind blocked.

As her glare followed the Nereid, Lanthe told him, “If she shoved her breasts any closer to your ear, I believe you could’ve heard the ocean.”

“Compared to the belly of the beast, this situation is a vast improvement,” he said nonchalantly.

She turned her glare on him. “Because the belly of the beast lacked topless nymphs? Talk to management.”

“You’re jealous.” He leaned in closer, the electricity between them sparking. “I knew I was growing on you.” With a crooked grin, he said, “After all, you loved hallucinated sex acts with me.”

Had she ever! She sipped her wine to cover her reaction to him.

When she licked her lip, Thronos muttered, “Lucky lip.”

Lanthe’s fine line had just gotten finer. The brew would hit Thronos soon. “You need to eat something.” She pointed to his platter of lobster. “A full stomach might forestall some of the effects.”

He had to be starving, but he was clearly at a loss. “Crustaceans are not something I’ve much experience with. What I wouldn’t give for a nice haunch of venison.” He looked around as if to see how others were handling their lobsters. The mercreatures ate the entire thing, including the shell, probably throwing up that part later. He turned back to her. “I’ve got nothing.”

With a look of commiseration, she started on the salad of seaweed, sea lettuce, and kelp. She found it surprisingly tasty.

Once Nereus returned, Thronos turned surly straightaway.

The god noticed. “You show no interest in my lovely nymphs?”

“Melanthe is my mate,” Thronos said with unmistakable pride. “I have interest in only one female.”

Nereus’s gaze was shrewd. “Ah, but does the interest run both ways? Well, sorceress? Are you as besotted with the Vrekener as he is with you?”

I might be falling for him.

But the next step in their relationship was her accompanying him to Skye Hall, an all-in scenario. Going with him to heaven would be the craziest thing she’d ever done. Yet as she peered over at him, she realized that wasn’t true.