“It is.”
“Well, it’s Seraphena, to be exact,” she said, and unease blossomed. Had she been to Dalos? And had Kolis spoken of me? Or Hanan? “I thought we should have a little chat, Seraphena.”
I flicked a glance at the doors. “About?”
“Many things.” Her smile remained. “Don’t worry. I doubt we will be interrupted. Rhain will find it a bit difficult to make his way to Nyktos. At least, for a little while.”
I couldn’t let myself think about exactly how Veses had ensured that.
“How didyoubecome his Consort?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“As I said, he spoke very little of you.” Her eyes glittered as if made of gray diamonds. “Of course, I’m dying with anticipation to learn how.”
Too bad that wasn’t a literal statement. “We met in the mortal realm. I was swimming in a lake when he stumbled upon me.”
Pale, pink-tipped fingers splayed across the back cushions. “And?”
“And we spoke.”
“That can’t be all.”
“It wasn’t.”
Veses went so still, I wasn’t sure her chest moved for onebreath—and I thought I’d know, since I could see straight through her gown. “Do tell.”
“I think you must already know since I’m here,” I said, angling my body so Reaver stayed behind me.
“Actually, I do.” Veses shifted, drawing her elbows to her thighs and resting her chin in her cupped hands. The fact that she actually looked even more stunning was highly displeasing. “Which is how I know you are…lying.”
“I’m not lying.” I held her stare.
She laughed. “But so was Nyktos.” Eyes glowing faintly with essence narrowed slightly. “I suppose it makes sense.”
“What does?” I reached down, blocking Reaver as he started to inch around my legs.
Her smile returned, a tight slash of berry. “That he would take a freckled and fat Consort.”
My brows shot up so far on my forehead I wouldn’t have been surprised if they hit the ceiling. The insult was so pathetic, I couldn’t feel anything but disappointment. I’d expected better from a Primal.
“Your hair is lovely, though, I’ll give you that. And”—she rolled her eyes—“your face is pleasant enough, I suppose, even with the freckles.”
“Thanks.” I drew out the word.
Veses smirked. “But then again, you are his Consort in title only, correct?”
Prickly heat scalded my skin, causing my throat and face to flush. It was the truth. But he had told her that? There was no other way for her to know. That shook the box inside me free enough that I felt a quick jab of pain… It stung like it had upon seeing them together in his office.
“Oh.” Her eyes widened as she pressed slender fingers to the base of her throat. “I’m sorry—”
“What are you apologizing for?” I cut in, sealing myself off. “You didn’t say it.”
“True, it wasn’t me. It was your soon-to-behusband. That’s gracious of you to acknowledge,” she said, and I almost laughed. Not for one second did I believe she thought that. Thick, dark lashes lowered. “Did he tell you about me? About us?”
I stiffened. “He did.”
Eather-filled eyes lifted to mine. The essence wasn’t the only thing brimming in them. So was eagerness. The cruel kind that I’d often seen in Tavius’s stares. “What did he say?”