I snapped the paper over. “My middle name is not up for discussion.”
Elder Merrick started snorting, sounding like he was trying not to laugh.
My gaze darted to where he was hovering. “Seriously, not the time.”
He lifted his hands, backing away a few steps at my expression. “Okay.” He tilted his chin. “But someday I’m going to give you Shitz for it.”
My wolf growled at him, but King Zeller tapped the package still in my hand. “Is that it?”
“No.” I pulled out one of the photos inside next, studying it, evaluating every aspect of the picture, and a breathless exclamation escaped me. “Christ…” There were no other words. It was a close-up of our faces. We were both disguised with brown hair and glasses, and King Zeller had a short, trendy beard, but it was us, our cheeks pressed together, grinning like mad for the camera, with huge, cheesy, happy expressions on our faces.
“What is it?” King Zeller asked quickly, darting to the side, trying to see the photo, but he couldn’t move far enough because of Isa. “The back has something written on it, too, but your hands are in the way so I can’t read it.”
I quickly flipped the photo and shook my head, reading aloud, “Baby and Sweetheart. Just Married.” I shook my head, a bit wigged out. “It’s my handwriting.” I flipped the photo back over, but King Zeller snatched it out of my hands.
He froze, staring at it, evaluating it as I had while the four Elders peered over his shoulder, also staring at the picture, their expressions blatantly telling me they hadn’t seen it before. I watched King Zeller, his expression utterly blank, like the Elders’ expressions had been all night, as he stared silently at the photo. After a minute of evaluation, he flipped it, reading the back even though I already had. Slowly, his eyes lifted to the package, and he tilted his head toward it. “What else is there?”
I slipped my hand inside and pulled out the other photo. And choked, my cheeks instantly flushing. I was staring wide-eyed at a photo that was full-length of King Zeller and me, still in our disguises, but…King Zeller’s back was to the camera, his head tilted down, mouth at my neck, clearly biting me as one hand gripped my hair, the other unseen behind me, while I tilted my neck blatantly for him, a huge, shit-eating grin on my face for the camera…while I grabbed one of his ass cheeks with one of my hands and pointed with the other to his other ass cheek. I fumbled, turning the picture around and clearing my throat hard, and glanced up at King Zeller and the Elders waiting to see what I held. I knew my expression had all types of guilt written there. I read the writing — my handwriting — silently this time: God’s finest work, my baby’s ass in leather.
Eyes huge, choking on air, I fumbled to put the photo back inside the package, muttering, “You can look at this later—”
I made a noise of protest as King Zeller’s hand blurred and snatched the photo from my hand, stopping me. He blinked at the photo, peering down at it with that same blank expression, handling the situation much better than I was doing. My cheeks were fiery by now, tears long gone as embarrassment flooded me while watching the Elders peer down at the picture, their expressions not as blank as King Zeller’s. Elder Jacobs rolled his eyes and shook his head, glancing up at me.
My mouth flapped a few times, then I just let my head drop to stare at my lap when King Zeller flipped the photo to read the back. I was utterly defeated.
Quietly, he chuckled after reading the comment, the sound still raspy from disuse, but he didn’t comment when handing the photo back to me except to say, “Well, I guess we know which one of us was baby and which one of us was sweetheart.”
I grumbled something unintelligible as I stuffed the photo into the envelope, then I pulled out the last of the contents: a DVD with the label King Zeller and Queen Ruckler Wedding written on top. I placed it on the table and stared at it, knowing my cheeks were still flaming. Clearing my throat, I pointed at all of the videos. “Which one do we watch first?”
King Zeller pointed to one. “The Awakening. Traditionally the first Awakening should have happened before graduation.”
I peered at him, making myself meet his gaze. “You went to King Hall?”
He nodded once, settling further onto the burgundy chair and resituating Isa so she lay on his chest, the white silk of his shirt stretching across his muscled chest. “Yes. I also graduated from there.”
My lips pinched, but I nodded, turning to Antonio. “Can you wrangle up a TV, VHS player, and DVD player for us?” He smirked and flicked his wrist. And suddenly, we had all I had asked for directly across from us. I stood, lifting the first tape from the table. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I put the tape in and got comfortable on the couch again, staring avidly at the screen, on which the video started up instantly. It was really hard to tell who was who with the hoods up on their ceremonial robes, except for me since I was so short — an obvious difference in height — but Antonio’s voice started a quiet commentary. The location was King Hall’s gymnasium, and apparently it was King Zeller — Ezra, as Antonio continued to call him — who was taking the lead in the first Awakening.
King Zeller muttered a curse, watching himself on the flat screen fumble through his first attempt, but every single person — except Antonio — jolted when I started to fall, my hood falling back to blatantly show it was me, my eyes closed, out cold. I stared wide-eyed at the screen as Ezra blurred, catching me before I hit the ground, his own hood falling back as he shouted my name and shook my face frantically with his free hand. And suddenly all hell broke loose inside the gymnasium as the two others — Jack and Pearl, Antonio had stated in his commentary — threw back their hoods as Ezra lifted me into his arms.
“Holy fuck,” Elder Merrick muttered, sounding awed as Pearl, the blonde, threw one of the Kings into the air inside a golden bubble, while Jack, the blue-haired Elemental, threw up a wall of water around two of the other Kings — one being my biological father. Ezra’s eyes started glowing fiercely as he floated backward, his Vampire taking over when King Kincaid jumped at him, trying to get me away from the King. Hand over my mouth, I shook my head, watching as King Kincaid shifted.
“You didn’t tell me this happened,” Elder Zeller practically shouted at Antonio, pointing at the screen. “Did my son get hurt?”
Isa stirred at his voice and all the noise on the screen, but King Zeller rubbed her back, his eyes evaluating everything on the screen, so I ignored Antonio ignoring Elder Zeller, and turned my attention back to the screen. And it appeared that just as King Kincaid was about to attack Ezra — and I honestly wasn’t sure who would have won, by the expression on Ezra’s fiercely beautiful face — I stirred in Ezra’s arms.
Everyone stared avidly at the screen as my onscreen self woke and lifted a hand to pull on the infuriated Vampire’s ear.
I blinked, hand still over my mouth, not really believing what I was seeing. I watched King Zeller’s onscreen self pull my head away from his chest, not ripping me to shreds like another Vampire might have done in that state of mind as he stared down at me, while I woke completely, apparently coming out of the dead faint I had been in. We all watched as Pearl and Jack stopped their offensive attack on the Kings, the blonde in a real tizzy as she marched over to me in tears, hugging me hard.
I pointed a finger, seeing true emotion, true love, on her face for me. “Who is Pearl?”
The Elders went mute again, and my eyes popped wide. “No, no.” I shook my head, eyes darting back and forth between the screen and them. “I’m not into girls. So there’s no way I did something sexual with her.” I jabbed my finger at the screen. “And the Elemental? Who are they, Jack and Pearl?”
Everyone went silent as the onscreen King Zeller started shouting at me, pissed off about me not eating or something like that. I blinked when he suddenly left the screen, leaving my onscreen self standing there with a huge wolf rubbing all over me, King Kincaid marking me. My eyes went back to the Elders, ordering the
m, “Tell me who they are!”
Again, not a word or expression was given, and I peered at King Zeller, bewildered. “Did we have a damn orgy or something?”
He held up a finger, still staring at the screen. “I wouldn’t put it past myself since that wouldn’t exactly be a new experience for me.” His eyes flicking to mine, he shrugged at my expression before returning his gaze to the screen. “But I somehow doubt you would be involved in an orgy if that picture made you uncomfortable.” His head cocked, he continued like admitting he had sex with multiple people at once was no big deal. “Traditionally, the Prodigies are supposed to meet at King Hall to study together for a year.” His finger flicked at the screen. “I’m betting the Mage is Queen Cooper and the Elemental is King Collins since that’s who they should have paired us with.”
My gaze went back to the screen. “Now, why in hell would they take those memories from us?” I shook my head at the screen, but I watched how Pearl and Jack interacted. And it dawned on me. “Oh, well…” I chuckled quietly, shaking my head. “I’m betting we weren’t the only two to break that Law.” I flicked a finger at the screen, pointing at them. “They love each other, and they’re not hiding it well with how freaked out they are right there,” my head teetered back and forth in thought, evaluating them a bit more, “even if they weren’t exactly doing the deed at that point.”
King Zeller hummed, watching what I was, but abruptly cut off the noise as his onscreen persona appeared again, only to be bashed by King Venclaire, just in time too, because King Kincaid’s wolf almost bit a chunk out of him.
Elder Merrick whistled quietly, but King Zeller raised an absent hand, muttering, “Like I said before, shut it.”
“Aw,” Elder Merrick murmured. “You brought her a sandwich and almost died for it.”
I wasn’t really sure what Elder Zeller did, but Elder Merrick ended up on the floor groaning and growling a bit as we watched my onscreen self eat the kindly offered sandwich, and so help me if my face on screen didn’t color up a bit from the substance. I heard King Zeller grunt quietly next to me, apparently seeing what I had. I glanced at him, scowling when his green gaze met mine, appearing smug. Luckily, no one had caught on to the bitty fact that the other three Prodigies had acted defensively when I had gone down…as if they had been prepared for it. Like they had known there may be an issue, quite possibly because they knew I was a hybrid. When King Zeller’s eyes went back to the screen, my gaze caught Antonio’s and, like normal, his expression blanked, showing me nothing.
I blinked when I caught King Zeller, sneaky fucker, staring at me again. Watching me. Well…okay…shit, not good. Maybe not all of them had missed that fact, particularly the one I didn’t want to know. I held his gaze levelly, then I turned my attention back to the screen, acting utterly normal because even if the me before the mind rape might have trusted him with the information about my hybrid state, the me in the here and now sure as hell didn’t trust him with the information.
When the first tape was done, I put in the graduation tape. We all watched as Jack, Pearl, King Zeller, and I graduated on stage. There were a few clips of us talking with Mysticals on the school grounds, our expressions ones of pained, forced politeness, and then the footage showed the four of us on the dance floor, cheerful expressions on our faces this time. There was a fire Elemental dancing with Jack and another Mage dancing with Pearl, but the camera altered and zoomed in on King Zeller and me just as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in tight against his body.
I went utterly still as I watched us dancing. That…oh, holy shit. I knew my cheeks were flaming as I watched us move against each other. Our hands just kind of went wherever they wanted. Body parts rubbing sinuously together. I placed a hand over my mouth gently as I watched us…
“Jesus,” Elder Merrick muttered, sounding a bit breathless. “I think I bring sex to the dance floor, but fuck…” A pause. “Queen Ruckler, I know I’ve offered before…and it still stands.”
Elder Jacobs grunted. “Maybe I could get a copy of this—”
And yeah, he never finished that statement, also ending up on the floor from something Antonio did to him, groaning before he stood, cursing quietly. While I kept my eyes firmly on the screen, watching as King Zeller and I moved together like we most definitely knew what the hell we were doing, our bodies connecting like old, present, and new lovers. I watched as King Zeller eventually spun me so my back was to his chest, running his hands down my sides to grip my hips…and he was most definitely staring down at my cleavage, which I hadn’t even realized I could have.
More clothes…I definitely needed more clothes.
I flat out gaped as onscreen King Zeller stuck two fingers down my cleavage, and I didn’t disagree when he started cursing next to me. How the fuck had we thought we could get away with that move? I stared wide-eyed as he lifted a piece of paper from the depths of my cleavage, both of us reading it before he stared down at me and chucked the paper aside. And suddenly we stilled, then he spun me away to Jack and the fire Elemental, both of whom were grinning and opening their dance space to me.
But I watched, holding my breath as, onscreen, Elder Zeller came up behind me…then we started dancing, classically to the music. Amazingly, my face was carefully schooled to whatever he was saying — the recording unable to pick up the conversation — but slowly, I could see when I started to falter, my eyes frantically darting off to the side, then back to Elder Zeller, before I schooled my features again and answered whatever he had asked. Elder Zeller continued speaking to me, his expression intent as he evaluated me, and my face cracked as I glanced to the side before peering back to him. Suddenly, King Zeller was on the screen, dancing with a beautiful Vampire, saying something to his dad before the partners were switched, and King Zeller twirled me away from them. And apparently, I started chewing him out, my expression worried and irritated as I spoke quickly to him. King Zeller’s head tilted to the side before he spun me again, moving us directly next to a speaker, where it appeared he proceeded to chew me out, appearing irritated and exasperated.
I almost banged my head against the couch as the scene ended. But then I was watching us exit the dance floor, noticing we were careful not to touch each other…except for the tiny little detail that we were heading away from everyone, climbing a hill to the main building. Fuck, we didn’t even glance back as I tripped him, both of us appearing like we were laughing merrily, having the time of our lives as we raced each other to the building.
I blinked, mute, as the tape ended when we disappeared in the distance.
King Zeller didn’t make a noise either.
We stared at the blank screen, and I was sure he was just as dumbfounded at our stupidity.
Elder Jacobs murmured, “I still wouldn’t mind a copy—”
Again, he hit the ground…but this time because of King Zeller, startling me as his hand blurred backward and grabbed a handful of Elder Jacobs’s shirt, managing to keep Isa steady with his other hand as he tossed Elder Jacobs to the ground. His black army boot conveniently connected with the side of the Elder’s face. Within two seconds, Elder Jacobs was out cold on the floor.
I stared down at him. “That…was…illegal.” I blinked up at King Zeller, his attention back on the empty screen, his expression just as blank. “You do realize that, right?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not as if any of this conversation even happened.” Without a care in the world, he flicked a finger at the coffee table. “Would you put the other one in?”
Again, my attention swung to the Elder on the ground, no one moving to help him, and I eventually shrugged. “All right.” I lifted the DVD from the table, muttering, “Let’s just hope this is an actual wedding tape and not the damn honeymoon.”
Elder Merrick made a choking noise, and I paused, my attention swinging to him, eyes wide. I lifted the DVD in his direction. “Have you seen this video before? Do you already know what’s on it?”
He shook
his head, actually grinning at me. If only his eyes weren’t glued to my breasts. When he spoke, his wolf was riding his voice. “No, I haven’t seen that video, but I have to say, if it is what you just said, I sure as hell wouldn’t mind watching—”
Yet again, he hit the ground, again by King Zeller, knocked out cold via the King’s knee this time, instead of his boot. I pointed with my free hand where he lay on top of Elder Jacobs’s body, shaking my head at King Zeller. “Was that really necessary?”
King Zeller grunted, rubbing Isa’s back when she stirred. “Yes.” A simple, blatant reply.
“And, you do understand they are both going to wake up soon, and they probably won’t be very happy with you?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll deal with that then.”
I shook my head and turned to the DVD player, muttering, “Your funeral.”
He only grunted behind me as I started up the video.
I had barely sat down when a handsome Mage’s face I didn’t recognize showed on the screen.
He whispered furiously, “Ezra, my man…whoa…just whoa.” He laughed, his eyes bloodshot. He took a drag off a joint, the camera bouncing around, and barked, “Jury, hold the damn thing straight!”
I pointed at the screen quickly. “Who is that?”
King Zeller’s lips lifted in an actual resemblance of a grin. “Judge, a friend of mine from Vegas. And Jury’s his assistant.”
Judge whispered, “Seriously? The Queen Shifter?” He scowled. “Do you know how many strippers I had to hide because you’re so damn pussy-whipped you wouldn’t let me give you a proper bachelor party?” Suddenly, his scowl turned into a grin. “All the more for me, my man.” Then his eyes somehow turned severe as he stared at us through the screen. “In all seriousness, I’ve never seen you look at someone like you look at her.” His head tilted, bloodshot eyes glowing golden as he stared off at nothing, his voice going soft, almost whimsical. “Your love for each other is something to witness…like honest-to-god true soul mates, the one person anyone with a mate hopes they never find, and those without a mate pray they do…” His head cocked, and he blinked, his eyes no longer glowing as he turned his attention back to the camera, taking another drag off his joint. “Congrats, man, since I won’t remember a damn bit of this after it’s said and done.” A roll of his eyes. “Thanks for that, prick.”
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