Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E05

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E05

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“Prince Charming”

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Xavier POV

A gentleman always respects a lady .

When I was five, I was given etiquette lessons

by a kind, old woman called Dutchess Arielle.

I wondered what the Dutchess would think of

my etiquette as I chased Victoria down the

aisle, blasting a dozen holes in the plane.

“Stick to your blades, Biscuit. I’ve seen ducks

with better aim.”

Wrong . Not that I’ve competed with a duck, but

if I wanted Victoria dead, she would be. I was

just letting her get some exercise before I tied

her up again.

That’s hugely respectful, isn’t it?

An airhostess entered the cabin with an

uncorked bottle of wine. I lowered the gun as

Victoria snatched the bottle from her.

“Madame, that’s a 2009 Château Margaux.”

She said, her eyes wide.

“How expensive?”

“$200,000.”

“Best news all day.”

Victoria drank it like it was water, while the

hostess stared at her in horror.

“Very, um, fruity.” She hiccuped. “Here. Try

some, Biscuit.”

She chucked the bottle at me and headed

through the door. Before I could catch it, the

bottle shattered against my chest, the glass

tearing my shirt.

I swore.

If that was a lady , I was Prince Charming.

I ran after her to the cockpit. Victoria found a

pocket knife and held it against the pilot’s

throat.

“Don’t take another step, Biscuit.” She smiled.

“Unless you know how to fly this thing.”

I didn’t.

Fortunately, there was someone onboard who

did.

Unfortunately, that guy happened to sleeping

like a baby.

As much as he needed it, it was time to

interrupt Danny’s beauty sleep.

“What do you want, Victoria?” I asked her,

loudly.

She eyed the trap door. “You have a parachute

here, right?”

“Yes.”

“Go fetch, Biscuit.”

I glared at her, tossing her the backpack from

an overhead compartment.

“I am not your goddamn dog.”

“Bîtchy enough to be one though.” She caught

it midair, putting it on. “Now be a dear and

pull that lever too.”

I need more noise . I wondered which was the

best way to get her screaming.

Under you , a dark part of my mind suggested.

I had to roll my eyes. Granted, that was the

best option, but I very well couldn’t do that

right now.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be pulling anything,

shortcake.” I lit up another cigarette.

“Pull the d--n lever,” She said, drawing blood

on the pilot’s neck. “Or the plane crashes and

we both die.”

“Not happening.”

She was getting annoyed. Goodie . “I don’t have

time for your games.”

“Oh, but I’ve got all day. What do you want to

play? How about some old fashioned

Monopoly?”

“You fücking idiot.” She lost her cool. “I swear

to God, I will kill this man. Then I’ll kill you.”

“You go ahead and do that, baby.”

She looked at me like I was insane.

“You soulless bästard!” She yelled. “Don’t you

have any regard for another person’s life-”

“FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, WOULD YOU TWO SHUT

UP?!”

Daniel came inside, his eyes groggy and his

expression murderous. I smiled. Now that we

have a pilot –

May the games begin.

I shot Victoria’s toe and as expected, she slit

the pilot’s throat. She swore and pulled the

lever herself.

A deafening blast of cold air sliced through, as

the trap door opened. Victoria was about to

jump off, when I grabbed her shoulders.

Right on cue, the autopilot stopped working

and the plane started plummeting. Daniel just

stood there, half asleep.

I couldn’t believe this guy.

“Yo, princess! We’re kinda falling to our doom

here!”

Danny snapped out of it and took the pilot’s

seat. He expertly handled the controls and the

plane was steady again. I closed the trapdoor,

my breathing heavy and labored.

“You owe me a thank you, shortcake.”

She was livid. “What the hell for?”

“For saving your life.”

“More like ruining my escape.”

I cocked my head. “Check the backpack.”

She opened the zip. Inside, there was a thick

grey cloth and metal sticks. She glared at me,

then at Daniel.

“Who. Keeps. A fücking. Tent . On an airplane?”

She yelled at him. “Parachutes. That’s what

sane people keep near an exit!”

We mutually ignored her for a moment.

A look passed between me and Danny. He

looked uncertain. “You have ten minutes left.

Are you sure?”

I nodded, understanding him. “You can handle

the plane, right?”

“Yeah.”

Danny glared at Victoria and continued their

conversation. “Sane people use a pocketknife

for cutting paper. You owe me a fücking pilot.”

“You hit me with a lamp. You owe me ten

million dollars.”

Victoria tried to punch him. I pinned her hands

and hauled her back to her seat.

“Feisty one, aren’t you?” I held her hands over

her head, reaching for the ropes.

“What’s with the knots? Were you a Cub Scout

or something?” She muttered. “Now handcuffs,

that would’ve been a challenge.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

She was blushing so much, I had to smile.

“Kinky much, shortcake?”

“Shut up .” She fumed. “And stop smiling. It’s-”

“Charming?” I suggested. “Irresistible? Turning

you on?”

“-Creepy.” She finished, shooting me daggers.

“Are you always this full of yourself?”

“Are you always such a bad liar?”

“Shut. Up.”

I gave the knots a final tug, satisfied. She’d get

out of them soon enough, but I had no other

option. I settled into the seat next to her.

“Now, how badly do you want to live, Miss

Victoria?”

She rolled her eyes. “I happen to like living

very much, Sir Biscuit.”

“Then, I suggest you don’t so much as touch

my friend again.” I looked her in the eyes,

dead serious. “Because you’re not worth two

cents to me, let alone ten million dollars. Next

time, I won’t think twice about cutting your soft

body into bite sized pieces and feeding them

to the fish. Are we clear?”

She swallowed. “Crystal.”

“Good girl.”

I thought for a minute, silently looking at her.

Despite everything, she didn’t seem like a bad

person. Just a terrified kid trying to make a

living.

And heaven knows, I had a soft spot for those.

I sighed, taking off my silver ring and slid it on

her finger.

“This is not a fücking Tiffany commercial.”

Victoria bit out. “Just because I might not kill

your precious friend, it does not mean we’re

getting engaged.”

“Honey, marrying you is probably my worst

nightmare.” I rolled my eyes, looking at my

watch. One minute left, according to Danny.

“Tell me, are you familiar with the International

Treaty of Cooperation?”

I didn’t hear her answer.

The plane shuddered violently, as a flash of

light filled the cabin. Outside the windows, the

scene changed from midnight to sunset and

there was a flash of white wings in the sky.

I smiled, taking a deep breath. Even the air

was different. D--n, I missed this.

“Welcome to Europe, flight 3906. We hope you

enjoy your stay in the United Kingdoms of

Vetresca. Human passengers are requested to

have an Immortal liege before landing, in

accordance with the ITC. Thank you for your

cooperation.”

Shortcake looked at me.

“You wouldn’t.”

I gave her my best smile, as the blood drained

from her face.

See, no human could set foot in Europe today

without burning to ashes. Unless they were

bonded to an Immortal by silver – obliged to

serve them and be under their absolute

control. We called it The International Treaty of

Cooperation.

It was a peace treaty signed between the

human world leaders and my kind after they

lost World War III, signing over the entire

continent to us Immortals.

Terrific way of saying “get on a leash or get off

our bloody land.”

“We’re almost home.” I leaned back, eyeing my

ring on her finger. “Welcome to Vetresca,

shortcake.”

****

Xavier : “GIVE THIS A LIKE BABY. WE’LL PLAY A

FEW GAMES LATER.” XD