ENVY KNEWย CAMILLAย would be furious if he called her pet, but that didnโt stop him from doing it. Igniting strong emotions in her perversely amused him. He liked seeing her nostrils flare ever so slightly, liked seeing the uptick in her pulse and the narrowing of those moonlike eyes. Heโd come to enjoy the second before she gave him a little bit of hell.
And right now, her clear-eyed aggravation was a relief. When heโd pounded on the door the first night and she hadnโt answered, heโd gone to bed thinking nothing of it, knowing how easy it was to get lost to creativity. On the second evening, after Alexei had spent the day outside the studio and reported that she hadnโt emerged to eat or drink, Envy had grown
suspicious.
Camilla hadnโt lied when sheโd told him sheโd only been gone an hourโ he would have sensed it if she had. To her it had only been that.
Meanwhile, just over two days had passed in Waverly Green.
Envy wasnโt sure whether it was the game or the throne itself causing time to flicker, but whatever the cause, he would not be leaving Camilla alone again.
It didnโt surprise him in the least that this clue was proving more difficult than the last. Lennox wouldnโt give up his prize so easily this time.
Camilla tried to move out from beneath his arm and he blocked her passage, keeping her firmly against the wall.
โNow what?โ she asked, fresh aggravation lacing her tone.
โItโs getting late. Youโll eat and drink something, then retire to bed.
Weโll begin again after youโve fully rested. You are of no use to me if youโre ill or half dead.โ
Silence stretched between them. Camillaโs eyes sparked with anger.
โNowhere in our bargain do I recall agreeing to specified bedtimes, Lord Synton. I work until Iโm satisfied. You may either join me or see yourself to bed alone. Clearly your senses have been addled if you believe you have any right to order me around.โ
Envy looked her over, wondering what was so gods-damned appealing about this constant battle of wills. If this mix of intrigue and arousal was even close to how Lust constantly felt, it was a wonder he did anything aside from indulge his sin every moment of the day.
A muscle in Envyโs jaw tightened. He wanted Camilla to continue painting for selfish reasons, and he was far from tired. If she wished to continue, then so be it.
He stepped back and swept an arm out. โAfter you, then, Miss Antonius.โ
Camilla brushed past him and walked into the studio, spine straight, as if entering a battle.
If a war ever did break out, he wouldnโt be surprised if she eliminated her enemies, one by one. Her will was one of the strongest heโd ever encountered.
Camilla was all polite society darling until pushed; then a scrappy little warrior emerged, baring teeth.
Her savage side called to his.
She rolled her stiff shoulders only once and then sat, the emerald paintbrush heโd gifted her already in her hand and poised above the red paint. Sheโd kept his apron cinched at her waist.
Behind her, Envy poured himself a knuckle of brandy and leaned against the settee by the fire, his gaze snagging on the painting for the first time.
Camilla was much further along than heโd imagined.
Seeing the throne emerge from the canvas, he was reminded less of a chair and more of a blade, which made sense, considering the hexed object was precisely that: a weapon. Camilla had chosen a color somewhere between champagne and bronze, not quite warm in tone and not cool, either, but situated perfectly between the two.
Opposites melded together in perfect harmony.
Camilla had only just begun to add the flames on the left. She worked on them now, her brush dipping in and out of the blended paint on her palette.
As he stared at the image, the darkness around the throne slowly undulated, as if smoke were curling around the sides of the canvas. Curious.
If Camilla noticed the oddity, she didnโt let on.
Envy sipped his drink, the burn satisfying as it traveled downward. Camilla was fascinating to watch, as present and free, a touch reckless, as sheโd been while receiving pleasure. Her silver hair tumbled down her back, shimmering with her deft movements, and the emerald on her finger caught the firelight. In her hand, the paintbrush flickered with life, as if she were imbuing her very soul into the paint, breathing life into her art.
Envyโs attention shifted once again to the painting. Now its background moved like the sea at night, as if a secret might be rising in the throneโs wake. Somewhere in this image was the third clue.
Anticipation had Envy leaning forward, body tensed, ready to spring into action.
As if in response, Envy sensed another energy in the room, a sort of power, testing for any constraints, any magical boundaries set up to lock it in place.
His own magic snarled in response. Something otherworldly was definitely here.
Envy straightened.
This wasย hisย domain.
Camilla was completely unaware of the charge building in the room, of the shadows that began to slowly pour out from the canvas, leaching into the studio like a dark wave.
His heart thudded. She was close to finishing the piece. And whatever had joined them knew it too.
The flames on the painting crackled like real fire. Across the studio, the flames in the fireplace flared in solidarity.
Heโd never seen such a thingโCamilla was creating reality from fantasy with her brush.
For a moment, Envy forgot about the game, the prize, and what winning might mean for him and his court. Instead, he considered what it would mean to set his sights on the woman herself.
Could she truly create new realities?
Perhaps the painting wasnโt the clue heโd been sent after; perhaps the artist was.
Envy considered the implications of that as the studio howled around them, the darkness now swirling angrily like a great gathering storm.
Any moment now, fantasy and reality would no longer be discernible; their world and whatever Camilla created would collide.
Envy tossed back the rest of his drink and set his tumbler on the table, hands flexing. His demon blade practically burned at his side, begging to be used on this intrusion.
โMiss Antonius.โ
Envyโs voice cracked through the storm like a whip of lightning. She didnโt seem to hear.
โCamilla.โ
She turned from her easel, silver eyes glowing like stars.
Heโd swear that whatever looked out at him was not entirely human.
Did the throne overtake her?
His heart ticked faster.
Envy said her name again, his voice this time laced with the command of a demon prince, a magical demand that none could ignore, and she blinked, irises once again normal.
โCome,โ he said, his gaze fixed on the hulking form behind her. โNow.โ
Camilla glanced over her shoulder and then did as heโd bidden without argument, her paintbrush still clutched in her hand.
Once she was safely secured behind him, Envy smiled mockingly at the throne before them.
With a roar that would make the devil himself pause, all hell broke loose.