Dirty Deeds: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Bonds of Blood Book 3) by Cate Corvin

Author:Cate Corvin [Corvin, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vivia Press
Published: 2019-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

“We know where the alternate substance is coming from,” Morgrainne announced to the room. We’d all gathered in a cozy parlor that looked like it’d been ripped from a Victorian period drama, all red velvet and tobacco scent. A portrait of a young girl with long blonde hair and clear blue eyes hung over the fireplace, staring down at us with a secretive smile.

I was cushioned between Càel and Will, and Suraziel had taken up residence on Will’s other side on a long couch. Mom sat across from the Paladin and Rhianwen, and Arko leaned against the wall, watching as Morgrainne paced in front of us all.

“Incubi.” Suraziel lifted one shoulder when Morgrainne glared at him. “Sorry, not sorry.”

“Thank you for ruining the big reveal. Yes, incubi. Thraustila’s usual go-between is a Fae dealer who goes by the name Gwendoline. She’s organized the trafficking of your kind through a Cerberian Gate.” Morgrainne paused in her pacing for a moment. “And here’s the important news: we’ve also found the location of this gate. They were smart not to set it up near the surface. It’s several levels below the warehouse where our Maker keeps the dust.”

Ugh. Going down to the warehouse level had been bad enough.

“Prince Sitri has clearly thrown himself in with Thraustila, but we have no reason to believe he’ll back our Maker if we kill him.” Morgrainne threw a look at Suraziel. “Now is the time for your input.”

“He won’t,” Suraziel said, comfortable despite the Morrígna’s glare. “The Princes are greedy, but not stupid. If his accomplice is dead, Sitri will regroup without interfering.”

I nodded, my thoughts zipping ahead. Shut down the Cerberian Gate, find and apprehend Gwendoline, destroy a metric fuck-load of pixie dust, release the remaining Fae to their realm, stake an elder vampire.

No problem.

“He’s already suffered a blow,” Will interjected quietly. “He knows he can be defeated, and he’s lost one of his sons.”

“More than that,” Rhianwen put in. “Some of your kind haven’t survived. They’ve been wrung dry. The Prince put his seal on this measure, but as soon as Korso discovered what was happening, he began stealing the incubi away one by one and freeing them. Some of them are currently living in the Fae realm.”

Suraziel’s face darkened. I knew how much he hated that people treated them as nothing more than sources of aphrodisiac ichor, like walking disposable sponges. “All the better reason to kill Thraustila, then,” he said.

“It means that Thraustila has already used up much of Sitri’s goodwill.” Rhianwen tossed a lock of strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Once the financial aspect of their relationship is decimated, there’ll be no reason for the Prince to aid him.”

I glanced at the Paladin, waiting for his professional input. I’d expected him to be hanging on the Morrígna’s every word, adding to his already-uncanny knowledge of current events, but he was offering Mom a cookie on a tray.

How dare he try to win her heart with cookies? Besides, there was no way she’d fall for something like that-

Mom took the cookie happily with whispered thanks.

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