Envy was starting to think that Lennox’s inclusion of her had less to do with taunting Envy than with Lennox’s luring Camilla back to the Wild Court. She was one of the four Unseelie heirs; maybe her father wanted her to rule over one of the smaller courts. Or maybe he was just pissed off that her mother had stolen his trinket and wanted it back.
“Not my court. Not my problem,” Envy muttered to himself.
Lying to himself.
Camilla must have known. Must have figured out what her father was truly after. Yet she’d continued to help Envy, had come all the way to the Fae realm, knowing what lay in store for her, knowing how much Envy hated Unseelie royalty.
Though that wasn’t out of the goodness of her heart, as he’d just found out. The Hexed Throne had stolen her talent, driving her to follow the game until it ended. A detail Camilla hadn’t shared. One more Unseelie royal playing him for a fool.
Devil below. He’d fucked an Unseelie princess on his throne.
A sworn enemy, hated beyond anything, owned him in his court.
And Envy liked it. That was what needled him the most. He couldn’t even pretend that he hadn’t considered giving everything up, damning his whole circle, because he’d gone and gotten addicted to the clever, wonderful female who’d stood up to him time and again.
No wonder her passion was endless. It was her nature, seeking emotions that were large, feeding her own power.
That didn’t quite sit truthfully, though.
Logic told him that what they’d shared was real. The hurt he felt… that was also real.
A soft knock had him yanking the door open, ready to either kiss or kill— “Wolf.”
The Fae’s eyes glittered darkly. “Expecting someone else?”
“Get the fuck out.”
Wolf folded his arms across his chest, staring down his nose at Envy.
The look was pure Fae arrogance.
Envy thought about punching it off his face, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone.
“I don’t like you,” Wolf said simply. Envy gave him a dark look. “I do like Camilla. I like her heart. Her creativity. And I love that sound she makes right before she comes.”
Envy’s jaw locked, his hand curling at his side. If he struck Wolf, Lennox might hold off on delivering his prize.
His court. He had to think only of saving his court now.
“Get to the point, Wolf.”
“I want her. I go after what I want. With gusto.” Wolf’s gaze flared. “But she seems to want you. Personally, I think she’ll get over it. Once upon a time, she liked me, too. When you’re gone, I’ll still be here. Comforting her.”
Envy silently counted backward. Focusing on his failing demons. On the monstrosity of his court. On the way it would feel to have Wolf’s blood spilling across his fist.
“And when she wants me to, I’ll be right back in her bed. Pleasuring her.”
Envy went to slam the door in the Fae prick’s face, but Wolf shoved his boot over the threshold, blocking him from doing so. There was a satisfying crunch, though.
“Would you like me to set up a parade?” Envy asked.
“When you walk out of this court,” Wolf said, “I want you to think about what you’re leaving behind. Who. And then I want you to remember that there are others who are far less foolish, who won’t simply walk away when things get hard and aren’t a perfect fairy tale anymore.”
“Any other words of wisdom?”
“If you hurt my princess,” Wolf quietly growled, “I’ll hunt you down, demon.”
“Your princess?” Envy’s sin ignited. “Camilla will never be your anything, Fae.”
“Ah, but I’ll always be her first.” Wolf’s expression turned mocking. “And now her father wants us together again. Who am I to deny the king? He suggested I escort her down to court, then take her in front of them. Remind her what fun we used to have.”
A thin sheet of ice shot around the room, coating the furniture, the ceiling, the walls. Envy’s internal meter was turning away from betrayal and landing solidly in the section of wanting to destroy anyone who threatened Camilla.
“What do you think of that, Your Highness? Should I remind her what it was like? Should I stamp out any traces of your demon taint upon her skin?”
Wolf cocked his head, eyes narrowing.
“Do you think that now that she’s unbound she’ll fuck more ferociously?” He whistled. “Two Unseelies going at it… you cannot begin to imagine the intensity. Passion feeds in a mirroring loop. I cannot wait for her pretty mouth to be filled with my come again.”
Wolf was goading him. Envy knew it. And he didn’t give a shit.
Envy took a step toward the Unseelie, allowing every dark thing that made him a Prince of Hell to roll off him.
“Camilla belongs with me.”
Wolf smiled.
“Then I suggest you pull your head out of your ass and go after her. Lennox will send for her soon. If I were you, I’d come up with a plan before then. The king is not kind to mortals—and Camilla is far more human in behavior than Fae.”
All amusement vanished from Wolf’s face.
“And my original message stands, demon. Hurt her, and I’ll make you regret it.” He stepped back into the hallway. “Now come, Your Highness. I’ll take you to her.”
Indecision warred inside Envy.
He didn’t want anything to happen to Camilla, but he wasn’t ready to see her. Envy had never been someone’s hero. Didn’t know how to be.
Wolf looked him over, a sneer forming on his face.
“You don’t deserve her.”
“Never said I did.”
Wolf was silent a moment, then said, “I might have forgotten to mention… Lennox has summoned you. He expects you in court in exactly thirty minutes.”
Without looking back, the Unseelie walked away, shaking his head.
SIXTY-THREE
CAMILLA STARED AT her reflection in the mirror, at once foreign and familiar.
Her face was mostly unchanged. If anything, her eyes were a bit more metallic, the silver polished to a gleam. Her hair shimmered with a brightness it hadn’t had before, like moonlight on a cold winter’s night.
Her ears… there was no denying what she was, no hiding. Any notion she might have harbored about returning to Waverly Green was gone now.
Not that she wanted to return anymore. After experiencing the Seven Circles and even the terrors of Malice Isle, Camilla had seen the breadth of the world. The idea of returning to Waverly Green without her family, without… anyone… no longer appealed.
But she wanted Bunny. Needed to go back and retrieve her sweet cat. Say a proper goodbye to Kitty, too.
She touched the soft tips of her elongated ears, now foreign to her.
The choice to be glamoured hadn’t been Camilla’s.
Not much in her life had been, in fact. She was a child when everything familiar was suddenly wrenched away. Her home, her family, her realm. One night she was a high princess of the Wild Court, the next she was a mortal child without magic in Waverly Green.
Her mother, Prim Róis Fleur, had kidnapped her from the Wild Court for reasons she would probably never fully understand. Ever since, Lennox had been trying to tempt her back. Wanting her to take her throne. To Camilla, it had been one of the worst games her parents had ever played.