“Yep, and remember how I said I didn’t care what people thought of me for dating you?” Darcy tossed back with a firm look and they fell into a glare off that pretty much put them at a stalemate.
Hamish cleared his throat. “Forgive my doodads, my lady, but the shamed Fae makes a fair point.” He grimaced as he swallowed like bile was rising in his throat then continued on. “It is best it remains a secret until you inevitably go your separate ways in life.”
Orion’s shoulders stiffened as pain crossed his features, but he said nothing and I had to admit I felt kinda sorry for the asshole.
“We’re not going to go our separate ways,” Darcy hissed and Hamish bowed his head in deference.
He managed to reign in his silent retches as he looked to Orion in horror then turned away from him, drawing my attention to Darius and his mom as I spotted them at the far side of the room, smiling together and even laughing. She still had her disguise in place so that no one would be able to recognise her, but if anyone paid attention then surely they’d notice how much time she spent with Darius and Xavier. They could figure it out if they were smart enough.
I watched as Hamish headed over to them, placing the back of a hand to his brow as he pointed at Orion in dismay, and Catalina patted his arm sympathetically.
Darius withdrew from their interaction, heading our way with a plate in hand and I perked up at the arrival of our food.
“This is the best I could manage,” Darius said, dropping the plate of toast down on the table before us and making Seth gasp in horror.
“Why is there only butter on it?” I asked.
“And why isn’t the butter all the way to the edges?” Seth added.
“Do I smell burning?” Max asked, picking up a slice and turning it over to reveal the black underside.
“I’ve never tried to make toast with my magic before, alright?” Darius grumbled. “Would you rather I’d just brought you uncooked bread?”
“Than this horror show?” Seth said, clutching his imaginary pearls. “Yes I would.”
Tory laughed at us as we all picked up a less than desirable looking slice of toast, before taking a big bite of the butteriest bagel I ever saw and groaning in pleasure as she ate it.
Darius turned away from us and moved to pour her a mug of coffee, making it how she liked and placing it down beside her plate before leaning in to press a kiss to her hair.
He made a move to back away and return to us, but she caught hold of his belt and tugged him back again, scooting out of her own seat and nudging him into it before dropping onto his lap with a grin.
“Hey, how is that fair?” Seth demanded while Max continued to try and catch Geraldine’s eye as she got to work placing toppings on bagels, singing a tune which seemed to be about a troublesome tuna who ended up baked in a fish pie.
“He worked up a big appetite last night,” Tory replied, smirking at us as Darius’s hand landed on her thigh just below the hem of the oversized shirt she was wearing. “And he needs to keep his energy up if he plans on keeping up with me again tonight.”
Darius leaned in and murmured something in her ear which I chose not to listen in on as it managed to bring a blush to her cheeks and she slapped his chest in mock anger before biting her lip and saying ‘maybe.’
“Oh so all we have to do to earn our way onto the tasty table is give a Vega a bunch of orgasms then, is it?” Seth demanded, like that was some kind of challenge.
“Well technically I have given a Vega a load of-” I began but Darius cut me off with a snarl.
“Do not finish that sentence, Caleb,” he barked. “Or I swear to fuck, I’ll cut your dick off and toss it in the tray with those chipolatas over there.”
“Oooh, there’s chipolatas?” Seth asked hungrily, looking around and I raised my hands in surrender, letting my joke fall away.
Probably best not to goad the Dragon over the fact that me and his girl had history.
“Come on, Darcy,” Seth whimpered, turning the puppy dog eyes on her as he failed to spot any miniature sausages. “We just got bad news about our families, and we’re stuck in this strange place and nobody here likes us and we’re really, really hungry but we don’t know how to fend for ourselves like common people and now we’re going to starve to death and-”
“Will you shut up if there’s a bagel in your mouth?” Darcy shot at him and he mimed zipping his lips again, nodding profusely and making me laugh. “Fine. Then the three of you can join us - but only so long as you keep playing nice. One dickish piece of behaviour and you’re back to burnt toast at the losers’ table.”