Page 27 of His Little Devil
“Thimon will write down your requests, and I will be in touch with my decision, but for now, get the fuck out of my sight. Better yet, I'll leave.”
Shoving my chair from the table, I stand, fix my tie and stroll out of my conference room.
Once the door closes behind me, I lean against the hall corridor for a moment and take some deep breaths.
Silver doesn't need to feel my ire. I have plans for us tonight after all. Kane had mentioned that she's feeling restless, and I imagine it's her power.
We need to expel our magic frequently or it can bottle up and cause an itch, before exploding at random.
With her being as powerful as she is we can't have her causing a catastrophe so close to the wedding.
Walking down the hall, I head toward the kitchens. Before I can enter, my phone rings.
“What?” I snap, then groan. I am so over being the ruler of the Underworld.
Somedays I wish that I could just be Professor Luke. Handling lessons and papers from young witches and warlocks. Teaching their young minds.
Not having the whole weight of the Underworld upon my shoulders. Hopefully once Silver is crowned she can help take some of these stupid tasks.
She would enjoy working with the instructors to teach the poor children and new demons.
They can be a handful, but I can see her working with them on their magic and being patient and kind.
I've noticed that she still holds a piece of her humanity and at first I wanted to eliminate that part of her entirely, but now…
“Sire, are you there? Stupid bloody connections. I told you we should have gone with Hellizon.”
“Thimon, get on with it.”
“Sorry, Sire, Bell and Blake are here to talk to you. They insisted on a meeting before portaling back to the Academy. I have them waiting in your office. They claim it's urgent.”
I don't reply and end the call, then stomp toward my office.
I just want one fucking day of peace. I really miss teaching at the Academy. At least those worms had a brain, and didn't let their egos and power cloud their judgment.
When I reach my office, Thimon isn't around, and it's probably for the best. I want to wring his neck right now.
Alara immediately stands and drops to her knees, praising me, and Blake follows suit, but more reluctantly than I'd like.
“You have five minutes,” I snap, and they both stand before attempting to take a seat once more, but I'm not in the mood.
I wave my hands and the leather wing back chairs positioned in front of my desk disappear, causing Alara to fall onto her ass with a squeak.
“Was that really necessary, Master? I have done as you've asked. The Forest heir is now yours to do with as you bid,” Alara snaps, then realizes her misstep and lowers her eyes to the ground as Blake helps her stand back onto her feet.
“Be that as it may, I do not like unscheduled visits. I'd ordered you to leave after the Council meeting, but still here you stand. Now, you have four minutes,” I bark.
Blake moves closer to me, lifting his hands, turning both palms out to me.
“My son is missing. He left the night Silver did, and we can't find a trace of him. We need your expertise, or one of your minions to find him and bring him back to the coven.”
Alara nods, still keeping her eyes on her feet.
“Why do you come to me with childish disobedience? Who am I to care that one of my bride's lovers has disappeared? What's to say that I haven't killed him or have him trapped here in a cage?” I growl.
Blake's eyes widen, and if I wasn't already sure that his soul was black, I would mistake his need for his son's power to return to his side, as him actually caring about his heir’s well-being.
Tobias Blake is powerless. He siphons his power from his children and the coven.