Callum didn’t want to waste time toying with Parisa’s pawns; he wanted her king.
“I have to admit, I am a little sick of the physicist show,” Tristan murmured to himself, staring with an intensity he didn’t know was envy while Libby and Nico, for unknowable and unimportant reasons, tried reversing a boiling cup of water.
Ah, inevitable acquiescence. How bountifully sweet.
“Let’s have a nightcap,” Callum suggested, rising to his feet. “Do you take your scotch neat?”
“I’d take it in a barrel at this point,” said Tristan.
“Excellent. Have a good night,” Callum said to the others, rising to his feet and making his way from the dining room to the painted room.
Reina didn’t look up as he went, nor did Nico. Libby did, which was why Callum had said it to begin with. She would see Tristan following in Callum’s wake and feel more isolated than she already did, and without even a blink of effort.
Poor little magic girl. So much power, so few friends.
“Good night,” Libby said quietly, not looking at Tristan.
People were such delicate little playthings.
NICO
THE APPEARANCE OF EILIF in the drain of his bathroom sink was not ideal. A diverse sampling of “fuck” fell out of Nico’s mouth in at least three languages, and Eilif, who had surfaced from somewhere in the plumbing, slurped out from the drain to perch herself on the lip of his sink, rolling her eyes. She said something impatient in rapid Icelandic, or possibly Norwegian, and Nico, who was exceptionally naked, gave her a glare intended to remind her that being quadrilingual was, while probably a worthy endeavor, not something he was in the mood for becoming today.
“It’s just me,” she said in English. “Calm down.”
“First of all, no,” said Nico, finding that a necessary and accurate starting point. “Secondly, how did you get in here?” he demanded, pivoting around for any Society-related consequences as a result of the mermaid who’d just broken into his bathroom. The usual red light in the corner, signaling a broach of the wards, troublingly did not appear. “This shouldn’t even be possible—”
“Well, it took some time to find you, but eventually I sorted out where you were. Called in a few favors, that sort of thing. I need you to lift the wards concealing my son immediately. You look well, Nicolás,” remarked Eilif, all in one liquid train of thought. “Nearly delicious enough to taste.”
“You,” Nico grunted, “need to stop that. And what do you mean ‘a few favors’？”
“Oh, I know where you are,” she drawled, beginning to toy with her hair. She was slightly blue, as always, and exceptionally vascular, so that Nico could see the indigo rivers splicing like kintsugi over her bare breasts. “It wasn’t very difficult. Naughty,” she chided as a preening afterthought.
“You still shouldn’t have been able to get in,” Nico said gruffly.
“Nicolás, how is it my fault if your creature wards were left unattended?”
Fair. It had crossed his mind briefly at the time they’d set them up, but he couldn’t very well tell everyone else why he needed to guard against one mermaid in particular.
Well—he could have, but he doubted anyone would take it seriously. Besides, Eilif wasn’t dangerous to him. Just… fishy, and mostly unhinged.
“Now, about my son,” Eilif began.
“No,” said Nico flatly, because despite Eilif presenting little danger to him, Gideon was a separate concern. “Do you know what it cost me to put up that ward in the first place? Leave Gideon alone.”
“Well.” Her pale lips pursed. “I see you have no understanding of progeny.”
“Neither do you!” Nico snapped. “You use him, Eilif, and he hates it. If Gideon wants you out, you’re staying out.”
In answer, Eilif’s eyes dropped to his hips.
And then lower.
And she stared.
And stared.
“Stop cursing my dick,” said Nico impatiently. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
Eilif threw her arms up with a sigh. “You know, I’m getting very tired of you,” she informed him shrilly. “Shouldn’t you die soon? Gideon’s had at least seventy mortal years by now.”
“He’s twenty-two,” Nico said.
“What? Impossible,” Eilif scoffed.
“I threw him a birthday party,” Nico said. “Which, by the way, you missed.”