Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E06

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E06

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“Squirrels and firebirds”

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Victoria

Whoever said angels were divine clearly hadn’t met Biscuit.

I refused to move when we landed, not even bothering to look out the window.

Biscuit had taken that as an invitation to haul me onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Let go of me!”

I tried to bite his neck. He snapped his head away before I could, though he couldn’t see me.

Which got me thinking.

“Can you read my mind now?”

“Sure.” I could practically hear the eye roll. “I’m Batman.”

Guess that makes me Superman. “That’s still not a ‘no’.”

“I can’t, Shortcake. I’d have to be a pure blood and it takes a lot of work. Plus,” he said, the poster child of nonchalant. “What makes you think I’d want to?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I replied, innocently.

In great detail, I imagined us alone on a beach somewhere. Him taking his shirt off. Me running my hands over his chest. Up his abs, then his chest, to his neck.

And strangling the life out of him.

Biscuit dropped me on my äss.

“I knew it!” I yelled, triumphant.

He merely gave me a confused smile, as the gravity of the situation slowly sank in.

“Get out of my head! Right now.”

“Gee,” he said, casually throwing me over his shoulder again. “I wonder why I’d do that.”

“Because I’m getting out of these godforsaken ropes sometime.” I said, murderous. “And you’re going to regret it.”

“You threaten people like an eight year old.” He ruffled my hair with his free hand. “Next time be more specific. Maybe add body parts.”

Biscuit was petting me while teaching me how to deliver a death threat.

What was wrong with this guy?

Biscuit stepped out the door, and walked down the ladder. Bright sunlight fell on my face, and beyond the tarmac, all I could see was an endless expanse of forest.

Daniel followed after us, eyeing me warily.

“Can’t you just shove her in a suitcase or something?”

Before I could respond, a curt voice responded.

“That can be arranged, sire.”

A sharply dressed man in black livery held open the door of a limo. He wasn’t your stereotypical old butler – he looked about thirty with hazel eyes and dark brown hair.

He would’ve looked handsome.

That is, if he hadn’t been eyeing me like I was yesterday’s leftovers.

“You know, a lot of things can be arranged.” I told Daniel, plotting my revenge.

“No need for any arrangements, Marcus.” Biscuit muttered. Maybe this mind reading thing had its advantages. “Let’s just go home.”

Before we got inside the car, Biscuit pulled me to the side.

“Do yourself a favour.” He said, point blank. “Don’t run, don’t plot and most importantly don’t annoy me. You think you can do that, Shortcake?”

“You know d--n well I can’t.” I snapped. “I’ve got a family -”

“A father who abandoned you and a sister who’s expecting you to follow in his footsteps. Not exactly family goals, princess.

“I have friends.”

“None of them know your real name.”

“I-” I couldn’t meet his eyes. Was my life really that meaningless? “Well, I can’t stay here with you and Lordship Horseface.”

“You don’t have to.” He said, vaguely grinning at my nickname for his friend. “Not for long anyway.”

I groaned, exasperated.

“Yeah, be more vague, Biscuit. This is all just a game to you, isn’t it? Newsflash – I’m not going to be your obedient little human bîtch. And I’m getting off this d--n continent one way or another.”

“I know.” He said simply, shrugging. “In all honesty, I had no real intention in bringing you here or holding you my prisoner. I merely wanted to make a point.”

“And what might that be?” I asked, flippant.

“I could’ve easily killed you.” He said, still nonchalant. “I could’ve handed you over to the Guardians. They could’ve killed you. I could take off the ring. You’d die in a minute.”

“I’m mortal. I get it, smartass – ” I muttered.

“That’s not my point.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re welcome to leave.”

And the tone of that statement chilled me more than any of the threats he’d made.

“You can get on that plane and leave right now, Victoria.” He said. “But seeing as you’re all about that customer satisfaction, if you try this again, hell is going to seem real nice after I’m through with you.”

I gulped.

“Or, seeing as you’re not stupid,” He said, looking me in the eye. “You could stay and make my life easier. I’ll double your offer. Twenty million.”

I thought about it. “Define ‘make my life easier.'”

“Well, I won’t be asking you to make me dinner or do my laundry.”

I noticed just how close his body was.

“I’m not going to be your whöre, Biscuit.”

“I can have any woman I want, Shortcake. For free.” He ran a finger down my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine. He smiled simply. “So for ten million dollars, I sure hope you’ll be more useful than a fückdoll, sweetheart.”

I never wanted to punch someone more than I did right then.

“Go ahead, Shortcake. I’ll just pin you to the car and Marcus won’t be too hesitant about the suitcase this time.” Biscuit said, cryptically hiding a bag. “So do we have a deal?”

“What are you? Some kind of mafia boss?” I eyed the bag, suspiciously. It squirmed. “There better not be any squirrels in there.”

He burst out laughing.

“Squirrels? Not snakes, cockroaches, scorpions. You’re afraid of squirrels ?”

The bästard had dimples.

“What?” I fumed. “Squirrels have teeth. They’re just deceptively adorable.”

“A lot like dimples?” He returned, reading my mind like it was a newspaper.

I couldn’t help it. I punched him.

The bag fell open right then. There was a brilliant flash of golden wings and my fist came away burnt.

The firebird rested on Biscuit’s shoulder, gently nipping at his ear. It had red gold feathers and a wild, harsh beauty.

“Fiesty chick.” He said, petting her head. “How about this? If you stop annoying me, one of these days I’ll get you one.”

“You want me to grow a fücking

Phoenix ?” I managed to kill my first and only goldfish in three days. A mythical bird that can probably barbecue me for breakfast? Nope . “And just how is this going to make your life easier?”

“It isn’t.” He admitted. “I want you to help me find out who your client is. He can’t really touch any of us inside Vetresca seeing as we’re Immortal, but I’d like to think he’d try.”

I wondered how far that was true.

“So in that eventuality, you want a magical chicken to be my bodyguard?” I said, deadbeat.

Biscuit covered the bird’s head where her ears should’ve been.

“Oh, dear God. You are definitely a crazy person.” I shook my head, sighing. “Fine, Biscuit. You have a deal.”

He arched a brow. “You’ll work for me?”

“You have my word.”

Biscuit still wasn’t convinced, but he opened the limo’s door. The Phoenix rested on his lap as he settled in, eyeing me with caution.

“Jesus Christ, what took you so long?” Daniel was busy with his phone.

“Business.” Biscuit said, coolly.

He stared out the window, lost in thought. We passed through the rolling countryside and arrived at an ancient mansion that looked bigger than twenty football fields.

“Remember what I said.” Biscuit said, as the limo stopped at the foyer. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“As you command, Sir Biscuit.” I gave him a mock salute.

“Oh and Shortcake,” he said, as we got out of the car.

“What?”

He smiled, wrapping his hand around my waist so we looked like a proper lovey-dovey couple.

“Obedient or not, you were my bîtch the minute you stepped inside my apartment.”

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