Page 68 of His Little Devil

I open my office door and have to bite my bottom lip to hold in my laugh. Kane has Winnie trussed up like a Christmas ham. Or, I guess you could say she’s hogtied.

But, for some reason, he left her mouth alone.

“Master, why are we here? Please, let me go!” Winnie sobs, and I roll my eyes, walking all the way into the room and shutting the door. With a wave of my hand, I place a silencing spell around us.

I don’t plan for things to get bloody… yet, but I don’t need interruptions either. Blackwell is sedated in a chair, and still hasn’t woken up. Taking a seat in my chair, I ignore Winnie’s pleas and pull out a leather-bound book.

Flipping to the Blackwell name, I take a pen, then stand and move over to her. Slicing a cut against her shoulder, I dip the pen into the wound, then move back to my desk and cross out their name.

The page glows and sparks, then all of their information disappears. A grunt from the corner shows Blackwell waking up.

“Master, what’s going on?” he grumbles, and I take the seat beside him.

It’s time we had a little chat.

“Blackwell, so happy you could join me on this momentous day, but it seems it’s going to be your last. You thought you could go behind my back and try to make a deal with the Hunters, and I wouldn’t find out…” I tsk, watching as his Adam's apple bobs.

“Please, Master, you must under—” I cut him off.

“NO, you must listen!” I shout, letting my power flow throughout the room. His hair stands on end and his daughter whimpers.

“You planned to have my bride kidnapped and brainwashed to become the perfect weapon against me. You fucked up, plain and simple, and I’ve already replaced you. So sit back and enjoy your last few moments of life.”

I stand, pat his cheek condescendingly and leave my office. Kane will be portaling them to the coven meeting, but first, I’m going to enjoy my wedding reception with my Little Devil.

Kane is still spinning her all around the dancefloor. She has a huge smile on her face, and her cheeks are flushed in a delicious way.

Striding across the floor, people move out of my way, bowing. Nodding a few times, I reach them and Kane shoots me a wink, spinning Silver around, straight into my waiting arms.

“Hi.” She gasps as I grip her around the waist and pull her tight to me.

“Having fun?”

Nodding, she giggles. “I am. Kane is a wonderful dancer. He’s offered to teach me a few things, so the next big party, I won’t stumble and step on your toes,” she says, right as she does exactly that.

“I don’t usually host balls, but if that is something you would like, I would be open to discussing it,” I mumble, then lean down as she lifts up onto her tip-toes for me to kiss her.

I will never tire of her lips. The way she melts into me. I can’t wait until tonight.

A bell rings, and the band stops playing. I look up, and Thimon is stomping across the room. His purple hair is a mess, and his cheeks are red. Kane intercepts, but I know I am going to have to put him in his place once and for all.

His crush has been amusing, but lately, I fear he may try to hurt my Little Devil, and that is not acceptable. Kane leads him from the ballroom, and I take Silver’s hand, guiding her back to our table.

Dinner will be served promptly at eleven, and the coven meeting will begin at midnight.

Pulling out her chair for her without using magic has some people around us commenting, but I want to do right by my bride. She wasn’t raised around witches and warlocks. We have been easing her into our world, but I don’t mind doing things the mundane way at times.

Leaning down, I press a kiss onto her bare shoulder and she trembles, a gasp leaving her painted lips. I miss her blood-red hair, but the black is growing on me. She’s still a gorgeous woman. I’m a lucky man.

I take my seat and Merida comes rushing out of the side door, a host of servers following with trays full of delicious smelling foods.

“So what did you choose for the menu tonight?” I ask, placing a linen cloth over my lap. Silver reaches for a goblet of wine and takes a healthy sip before setting it back down and answering me.

“The typical steak, chicken, or fish, but a little more elevated,” she says, then hums as a man in a black waistcoat sets her platter in front of her.

“Sounds delicious, Little Devil, but I can’t wait for dessert,” I whisper, moving closer to her ear, nibbling on the soft flesh while breathing in her scent.

“Luke,” she gasps, looking around to see who is watching, but I don’t care if anyone is. She’s mine, and tonight I’m going to give her my heir.