Prim and Proper Fate (Twisted Fate Series Book 2) by Tami Lund Read Free Book Online Page B

opposite of Killian,” Prim murmured, watching while William added eye shadow to his lids.
    “And yourself, it would seem.”
    “I’m not alone here.”
    “Yes, you are, and you know it. If you won’t come with us, Prim, teach me the curse, so I can go after Gavin. We have to get him back. I can’t let my Chala suffer like this.” He turned away from the vanity and gave her a beseeching look.
    A sliver of guilt laced through her system. “Do you love her?”
    “Yes,” William said immediately. “She’s like my sister. Or even my daughter. I had a daughter when I was human. Sydney reminds me a lot of Beth.” He sounded terribly sad.
    “ You had a daughter?” Prim couldn’t help the incredulous quality of her voice. William? The cross-dressing linebacker?
    He made a face. “Yes, I had a daughter. And a wife. Back when I was alive, homosexuality wasn’t exactly an accepted practice. Neither my parents nor my wife understood my desire to wear women’s clothing, my attraction to males. Not that anything back then would fit me,” he said with a quirk of his lips. “It wasn’t until after I became a Fate that I was able to let my true nature out.”
    Prim eyed his hairy abdomen. He’s certainly let it out.
    “I can’t teach you the curse,” Prim admitted. “It’s far too complicated. I’m not even sure I remember it, let alone have the ability to teach it to someone else.”
    “You need to remember, Prim. It is your duty as a Fate to help my Chala.”
    His definition of a Fate’s duty had definitely become skewed. Her duty was to ensure the Chala remained safe and ultimately mated with a Light One, so she could see to her responsibility as, essentially, the mother of the Light Ones. A Fate’s duty was not to ensure their Chala’s heart wasn’t broken. Hell, back when Prim first became a Fate, they were still able to choose their Chala’s mate for them. Love seldom had anything to do with it.
    Despite her wish that they simply pack up and leave again, Prim played the hostess with aplomb. She instructed Gaya and Brutus to rearrange the courtyard so that one long table stretched through the middle, enabling everyone to sit and eat dinner together. They set the table with her best China and crystal. She had instructed Brokk to chill several bottles of what she knew was excellent pinot grigio. The wine paired particularly well with the seafood gumbo and crusty bread he had made for dinner. She dressed in a hot pink cocktail dress and matching heels with tiny bows over the peek-toe opening.
    As Prim sipped her wine, she watched Brandon over the rim of her glass. He sat across from her, devouring his meal without once looking at those who were seated around him. Yet Prim had the distinct impression he knew exactly what was going on at all times. If she picked up a butter knife and started the motion of tossing it, she imagined Brandon would leap across the table and wrench the knife from her grasp before she could even follow through. She couldn’t say why she felt so certain of her impression of the shifter, though.
    Gaya pranced into the room, wearing the same skimpy dress she’d changed into earlier. Instead of fawning over Killian as Prim would have expected, Gaya made a beeline for Brandon. As she filled his water glass, her other hand came to rest on his shoulder, and she bent forward completely unnecessarily. Her breasts were practically in his face. If he wanted to, he could have flicked out his tongue and licked them.
    A red-hot emotion swept through Prim, an emotion with which she had only the vaguest relationship. Jealousy.
    I’m jealous of my own servant ? Why? I’m not attracted to shifters. In fact, I’ve been avoiding all contact with shifters for the past 170 years.
    And yet, she could not help but bark at her servant, “Gaya. Perhaps you could bring me some water?” Acid dripped from her words. Gaya straightened and looked pointedly at Prim’s full glass of water. Prim