“I’m Xavier. I thought you might enjoy a guided tour of the palace.” Meena stopped her chanting. “She’s studying, and don’t you have duties to perform? Shall I check with the staff sergeant?” Xavier blushed and backed out the door. Meena shook her head. “Ignore him. He came to check you out before tonight’s orgy.” Just thinking about the coming orgy tied Viola’s insides in knots. She swallowed hard and returned to her book. The only man she wanted to screw was Titus, but he’d just reunited with his true-mate. A few minutes later, another Fae warrior arrived with a tray of coffee and cakes. “I thought you ladies might be ready for a break.” Again, Meena dismissed him. “Too busy, Perseus. Go away.” The Fae warrior flashed Viola a charming smile, put his tray of refreshments on the table, and left. Meena took a sandwich. “Clearly, Xavier’s told Perseus you were a dish. You’re going to be popular tonight.” Viola felt like a slab of meat on a butcher’s block.
