Évrard D'Aboville has been the lethal left hand of King Sabien Arceneaux for centuries. Using his deadly skills, he's indiscriminately killed and maimed at his master's behest. He had never once been disobedient. That is until he was asked to kill a...
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Évrard D'Aboville-The Creature
I'd been largely successful in my endeavor to shield my little witch from Gaius' seedy influence. We sat in uneasy silence for what number of hours I could not tell. Every so often, she'd make her disquiet known by jostling in her seat. Thinking that her little passive aggressive complaint would do any good in affecting my mood.
I reclined in my seat arms folded over my chest and my eyes closed. Not quite asleep, as you'll recall sleep is more a matter of form than function for strigoi. And the only time I was ever focused was when I fed or when I had a purpose to focus on, otherwise time for me was meaningless.
Izmir gave me focus. We landed sometime later at Aéroport de Troyes en Champagne. While I collected what little dunnage we had, I hear her in a breathless burst of giggles. Izmir is not the giggling type. I instantly fear the worst.
She stood on the tarmac staring up coyly, in my attire no less, with none other than Gaius. His silver tongue halfway up her arse. All his sweet nothings sounded like prose or poetry at first but were nothing more than amphigory. A lot of words with zero meaning. I'd left her alone too long and Gaius was right there to fill the void. That's all he'd be filling. I'd rather face the consequences of killing him than allowing him to warm her bed.
I fought my visceral reaction and the bile climbing to the back of my throat. His carnal thoughts broadcasted fucking loudly. They intrusively made their way past my mental barrier. Like I said, I'd been focused on her and diminished my ability to block him out.
'Why don't you just whip out your nearly non-existent cock and show her, old pigeon-toed hoe?' My own musings roiled with resentment. 'The faster for her to turn you down and we can be done with this nonsense.'
He was practically fucking her with his eyes. I'd love nothing more at that moment than to snatch the beady bastards from his hollow skull. I felt stuck in my bitter, angry thoughts when she turned over her shoulder and helped me along.
