“I’ll run her a bath,” Lyon murmurs, and Regan breathes heavily, his fingers running up and down her spine. She’s perfect for us.
A WEEK LATER
From the balcony of the courthouse, I watch Zirah navigate the treacherous water of the Supernatural Council. It is a nest of vipers, and each member has their own agenda and power play. Yet, Zirah stands tall amid them all, her poise unmistakable, her authority unwavering. It makes my chest swell with pride, knowing she is mine.
Beside me, Zeke leans against the railing, his casual posture belying the sharpness of his eyes. He watches Zirah intently, a smirk playing on his lips. “You have to admit, Lyon, seeing her like this,” he drawls, pausing for effect, “does things to a man.”
I shoot him a sidelong glance, amused yet exasperated. Zeke always has a way of lightening even the gravest situations. “That’s a crude way to acknowledge her brilliance,” I retort, trying to keep a straight face.
Zeke chuckles, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, come on! Admit it, there’s something incredibly sexy about a woman who can command a room like that.”
I can’t entirely deny his observation. Zirah’s presence is magnetic, and her confidence draws everyone in, but the respect I hold for her is paramount. “She’s going to make an exceptional queen,” I muse aloud.
A sly grin spreads across Zeke’s face. “Speaking of queens, wonder what my chances of getting lucky tonight are?”
Shaking my head, I shoot him a mock glare. “Really? After what you did this morning?”
Zeke’s grin falters slightly. “You mean the whipped cream incident?”
I groan. “Yes, that! Zirah was livid! Who sprays whipped cream on someone’s chair? Especially during an official council breakfast!”
Zeke chuckles, unabashed. “It was just a little prank! Besides, I thought Regan was going to sit there!” I shake my head. This is precisely why my father left the meetings to Regan. Zeke cannot be trusted. Once, he even tried to convince everyone Regan wore a toupee. Everyone side-eyed Regan until one of the drunken guards tried to remove it at an event. It didn’t end well for anyone involved.
“It’s juvenile,” I counter. “And given the current state of affairs, we can’t afford such distractions.”
Zeke shrugs, his grin unwavering. “She’ll get over it. Besides, she’s always had a soft spot for me.”
I snort. “Keep dreaming, brother. You’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.”
He waggles his eyebrows, a picture of feigned innocence. “Or maybe she’ll punish me sexually!” I scoff and he shrugs. “One can only hope.”
Rolling my eyes, I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a delinquent.”
Zeke wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a half-hug. “That’s why you love me, now respect your elders.” He slaps me playfully.
“You stopped aging a year before me. That makes you the little brother.”
“Absolutely not. I was still born twelve hours before you, ” he counters.
We both turn our attention back to the hall below, watching Zirah masterfully handle the council, putting them in their place with grace and authority.
“Regardless of my antics,” Zeke murmurs, his voice filled with genuine admiration, “she truly is something, isn’t she?”
I nod in agreement. “Indeed. A force to be reckoned with. And the council will be better for it. Especially now Slavic is gone, she truly holds supremacy,”
As the council session draws to a close, we both know that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges, but with Zirah leading and our unwavering support, we’ll face them head-on.
To call the supernatural council chamber opulent would be an understatement. Grandeur drips from every corner, from the vaulted ceilings with intricate gold and silver mosaics to the polished, mirror-like marble floors. But as I sit among the other council members, my attention isn’t on the room’s magnificence. Instead, it is on Zirah as she handles the council events with Regan.
It always fascinated me how she holds herself in such settings. While most might falter under the weight of the council’s scrutinizing gaze, Zirah stands firm, her poise undeniable. She has a regal aura about her, almost as if she had been born for this very purpose, despite growing up in a cave.
I lean over, nudging Lyon, my twin. “Look at her. Isn’t she just marvelous?” I whisper, my tone dripping with both desire and mischief. I wonder if I can convince her to sneak into one of the rooms and smash her over a desk. My thoughts suddenly make me uncomfortable, and she shoots me a look from across the room, and I know she can feel my arousal. Regan, however, stifles it instantly when he leans down and sniffs her neck subtly, then turns his hardened gaze at me. I shrink down in my seat.
“Someone’s in trouble,” Lyon chuckles, shooting me a side-eye.
“You just enjoy the sight because it’s the only entertainment you’re going to get today.”
“Doubtful. Remember, brother, you still have to make amends for that prank this morning, and by the look Regan gave you, you’ll be lucky to survive the drive home. But don’t worry, I will take good care of Zirah while he beats you to a bloody pulp.”
