Page 28 of Cryptic Dreams
Murderer.
Traitor.
A male who never gave a second thought to his actions and mercilessly sealed them in blood.
A whiny, blubbering mess who is pouting over his hurt feelings and inability to mate his female after treating her like shite and disregarding her as if she were rubbish set out for the bin collectors on Monday.
Just when I decide to roll over and continue wallowing in my self pity, my goddamn doorbell chimes and I groan.
Of fucking course they’d come for a fucking visit right now.
It’s not like this night was going to get any better.
And since I have neither the patience nor the desire to deal with my sire and his bitch at the moment, I roll out of bed and march my naked arse through my bedroom, down the stairs, and all the way to the front door.
I throw it open with a big, shite eating grin. “Daddy! Mummy! So nice of you to drop by.”
My father scowls so hard he could probably lick his own forehead and my mother gasps, averts her eyes to the sky, and clutches the actual string of pearls around her neck.
“Put some clothes on, son,” Father groans as he pushes past me. “And try to refrain from answering your door while you’re partially erect.”
I glance down at my cock, the thing rapidly deflating after standing tall and proud most of the day while we thought about our mate. Evenhewants to shrivel up and hide from my parents.
“Son,” my mother slurs as she staggers after my father, her air kisses skyward just like her glassy eyes and fake smile.
I lock my door, debate briefly on whether or not to grab a dressing gown, forfeit the idea, and join my parents in the sitting room. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this most unwelcome visit?”
Father helps himself to a glass of brandy, pours a wine glass full of the shite for my mother, then ushers her to thesetewhere she all but collapses with an unladylike grunt.
I swear he secretly smuggles in booze hounds for her to feed from. There is just no way she could be that sloshed twenty-four-seven if he didn’t. It takes far too much alcohol for someone as old as we are to get that pissed on it by itself.
Oh well, not my problem.
“Can’t we simply stop by to check on our onlyson?” Father asks with a touch too much sarcasm as he sits in one of the high back loungers. “Especially when he seems to have taken to hiding from hismum and dad?”
I roll my eyes as I drop down into the other chair, my legs spread eagle with my knob staring them both in the face. “Oy, right then. You’ve come to make sure I haven’t done anything stupid that would sully your reputation, yeah? Wanted to make sure I hadn’t opened a right proper sex dungeon or accidentally impaled myself on the iron fencing outside during another reckless act of using myvast power? Maybe checking in to be sure I haven’t knocked up several human females with bastard halflings, yeah?”
Father narrows his black as coal eyes, eyes that no doubt match the color of his heart. “Bollocks.”
“Bollocks indeed.” I smirk and make a show of scratching my nuts. “If it weren’t for one of the many concerns you no doubt have about my sanity, or your image, then why did you show up at my private home to check up on me,hmmm?”
“We were worried.” Mother hiccups as she proceeds to melt into my furniture. “You haven’t been by the nest in weeks, haven’t even”—hiccup, belch—“even called or sent word.”
“Right... ” My brow arches as my mother slithers off theseteand into a heap on the floor, her brandy sloshing around in the glass like a storm at sea. She doesn’t spill one single drop though.
Color me impressed.
“We also wanted to let you know that Hans has opened a formal investigation into the events that took place while we were out of town.” Father smirks into his drink while he sips. “He won’t be involving the human authorities, not yet anyway, but it only seems right to find the heinous creature that led so many innocent young humans to their untimely demise.”
“Absolutely.” I nod my agreement with the most genuine look I can manage, but inside I’m about to shite bricks. “Justice should be served and all that.”
“It’s a right shame you didn’t hear anything while you were there.” Father sighs. “Or your...partners... for the day. If only one of you had heard or seen something, then maybe we wouldn’t be in this little predicament now, would we? Perhaps I should go back and speak with that human couple? Maybe they’ve remembered some minor detail that would help in Hans’s investigation.”
“Definitely.” Another nod and silent thank you that I was smart enough to send them on an all expenses paid early honeymoon for at least a month. One that is far, far away from my father. “I’m sure the more time that passes the clearer events become. That’s how it works, right? I bet they could even tell you how many times the male came while I had the female fuck him in the arse with a big, fat—”
“Wraith!” my father snaps. “That is enough. I do not judge you for yourproclivitiesbut that does not mean I want to hear about them. Especially when you’re sitting in front of your mother like this.” He motions to my racket and balls. “I understand you were preoccupied but it is crucial that you share any information you can recall from that night. That was an incredibly dangerous situation for the Counsel to be in and it left our coven in a very vulnerable position moving forward. Several of the members are now struggling with dependency and withdrawal issues from the quantities of heroin and other opioids found in those addicts' blood. We cannot have that.”
And there’s my silver lining.
