floor.
“No one set the damn alarm?” King Balar growled furiously.
“Don’t blame this on us,” King Jerome muttered, hopping on one foot as he slammed his other foot down into his boot. “You didn’t set it, either.” He alternated, shoving his other foot into the next boot. “What time was the first meeting today?”
“We missed it,” I groaned, falling back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. “It was right after breakfast. The one after that started a half hour ago.”
“Dammit,” King Balar spewed, straightening from putting his own shoes on. He slid his arms into his suit jacket. “What the hell are we going to say? Queen Clover knowing we were sleeping in the same bed together was bad enough, but all of them...”
King Jerome was staring in my mirror hanging on the wall above my dresser, trying to fix his black hair that was smashed to his head on one side. “We tell them...” He hummed quietly, his brows scrunched in deep thought, then his eyes widened. “We tell them the three of us went out and she got us arrested.”
When we both glanced in his direction, he shrugged a shoulder. “It’s her. They’ll believe it after the chandelier incident. And I know a human on the police force here who can fix their books if anyone checks.”
King Balar snapped his fingers, pointing at him. “Surprisingly—from you—not bad.” He considered me, his iced blues penetrating, and then ordered sharply, “Make sure Queen Clover backs the story. She wouldn’t have said anything so far. She knows better than that.” His gaze scanned my face, his brows puckering. “You really do wear too much make-up.”
I sighed heavily, rolling over to shove my make-up smeared face against a pillow, my grumpy tone muffled. “It’s morning and I didn’t get a chance to take it off last night. So, yes, it looks like crap right now.”
A quiet beat, then King Balar snarled, “Don’t look at me that way. You’ve said the same thing yourself.”
“How the hell you get anyone to sleep with you more than once is beyond me,” King Jerome ranted. “You’re not supposed to say it when she just wakes up. You only say that kind of thing when she knows she looks good, not when she’s already self-conscious about it.”
“You’re awfully in touch with your feminine side.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not if you were the last being on this earth.”
“Stop it!” I barked, my face still stuffed against the pillow. “Both of you need to go get showered, so we don’t miss another meeting. Arguing is not helping right now.”
There was a quiet beat, and then they were moving around my bedroom again silently. No other words needed to be said before they exited out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The outer door closed just as quietly a few seconds later. Then I sighed, rolling out of bed, heading for the shower.
Wiping the dirt from my eyes, with only more flaking down onto my lashes, I opened the door to my suite, staring tiredly at the view before me. “Really?”
King Balar merely flipped a page from the book he was reading, where he was sitting on my couch. “I came to drop your new phone off, but imagine my surprise when I found another intruder in your room.”
King Jerome continued shuffling cards where he sat at my table, outwardly practicing dealing from the bottom of the deck to imaginary players around the table. “Her bed’s more comfortable than mine. I plan to sleep in it again.”
I shut my door behind me, locking it, and trekked through the room. I was limping slightly as I groused, “I’m watching a movie after I take a shower. It’ll probably be a chick flick, so if either of you don’t want to watch it, head out now. My television. My movie.”
Not glancing up from his book, King Balar asked, “What’s wrong with your leg?”
King Jerome continued dealing, but grunted quietly.
“Four wheeling. Damn Valkyries are malicious.” I gritted my teeth. “I took a bolt to my
“No one set the damn alarm?” King Balar growled furiously.
“Don’t blame this on us,” King Jerome muttered, hopping on one foot as he slammed his other foot down into his boot. “You didn’t set it, either.” He alternated, shoving his other foot into the next boot. “What time was the first meeting today?”
“We missed it,” I groaned, falling back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. “It was right after breakfast. The one after that started a half hour ago.”
“Dammit,” King Balar spewed, straightening from putting his own shoes on. He slid his arms into his suit jacket. “What the hell are we going to say? Queen Clover knowing we were sleeping in the same bed together was bad enough, but all of them...”
King Jerome was staring in my mirror hanging on the wall above my dresser, trying to fix his black hair that was smashed to his head on one side. “We tell them...” He hummed quietly, his brows scrunched in deep thought, then his eyes widened. “We tell them the three of us went out and she got us arrested.”
When we both glanced in his direction, he shrugged a shoulder. “It’s her. They’ll believe it after the chandelier incident. And I know a human on the police force here who can fix their books if anyone checks.”
King Balar snapped his fingers, pointing at him. “Surprisingly—from you—not bad.” He considered me, his iced blues penetrating, and then ordered sharply, “Make sure Queen Clover backs the story. She wouldn’t have said anything so far. She knows better than that.” His gaze scanned my face, his brows puckering. “You really do wear too much make-up.”
I sighed heavily, rolling over to shove my make-up smeared face against a pillow, my grumpy tone muffled. “It’s morning and I didn’t get a chance to take it off last night. So, yes, it looks like crap right now.”
A quiet beat, then King Balar snarled, “Don’t look at me that way. You’ve said the same thing yourself.”
“How the hell you get anyone to sleep with you more than once is beyond me,” King Jerome ranted. “You’re not supposed to say it when she just wakes up. You only say that kind of thing when she knows she looks good, not when she’s already self-conscious about it.”
“You’re awfully in touch with your feminine side.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not if you were the last being on this earth.”
“Stop it!” I barked, my face still stuffed against the pillow. “Both of you need to go get showered, so we don’t miss another meeting. Arguing is not helping right now.”
There was a quiet beat, and then they were moving around my bedroom again silently. No other words needed to be said before they exited out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The outer door closed just as quietly a few seconds later. Then I sighed, rolling out of bed, heading for the shower.
Wiping the dirt from my eyes, with only more flaking down onto my lashes, I opened the door to my suite, staring tiredly at the view before me. “Really?”
King Balar merely flipped a page from the book he was reading, where he was sitting on my couch. “I came to drop your new phone off, but imagine my surprise when I found another intruder in your room.”
King Jerome continued shuffling cards where he sat at my table, outwardly practicing dealing from the bottom of the deck to imaginary players around the table. “Her bed’s more comfortable than mine. I plan to sleep in it again.”
I shut my door behind me, locking it, and trekked through the room. I was limping slightly as I groused, “I’m watching a movie after I take a shower. It’ll probably be a chick flick, so if either of you don’t want to watch it, head out now. My television. My movie.”
Not glancing up from his book, King Balar asked, “What’s wrong with your leg?”
King Jerome continued dealing, but grunted quietly.
“Four wheeling. Damn Valkyries are malicious.” I gritted my teeth. “I took a bolt to my
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