“Sparkle is a hot-tempered woman. I love that about her. But sometimes she loses it for no reason. She got pissed off when I told her I’d given her designer stuff to charity. I thought I’d done something good, helped her build character. Anyway, after she threw a bunch of stuffat me, she told me to find somewhere else to sleep. She kicked me out with only the fur on my back.” Ganymede glanced around. “This’ll do until she gets over her mad.”

“Of course it will.” Cinn seemed dazed.

“Here’s what I want you to do. Go up to our suite and get Sparkle to let you bring some treats down to me. I want the ice cream, chips, and cookies. I’ll leave her the candy.” He looked reluctant to give anything up. “I would’ve picked up a few things in the kitchen as I came through, but Chef Phil doesn’t stock my faves.”

“And what if she won’t give the stuff to me?”

Dacian could see from Cinn’s expression that the last thing she wanted to do was confront Sparkle over Ganymede’s treats.

“Hey, there’s a store right down the street. I’ll pay you back when my lady forgives me.” He stopped washing his face to stare at Cinn. He worked his poor-pitiful-kitty look. She wasn’t buying. “Meanwhile, I’ll guard your plants. No half-ass goddess sprouting leaves will get past me.”

Dacian winced. He hoped for Ganymede’s sake that Airmid wasn’t listening. Cinn just nodded.

After handing Cinn her coat and purse just in case they had to leave the castle, Dacian walked out of the greenhouse with her. If he had any say about it, he’d make sure she didn’t go back there until dawn. She needed to rest in her room, away from this freaking circus. And how does she escape you? She couldn’t, because he’d stay glued to her side for every one of his waking hours. She’d just have to deal.

Stephan eyed the women his second-in-command had brought for him to choose from. Kevin had good taste. They’d all done their best to impress him. The dumb shits thought this was a casting call. Well, maybe it was in a way. Hey, welcome to Hollywood, baby. He smiled.

“Not that one. Not that one. Not that one. That one.” He pointed. Stephan was in a blonde mood today.

The chosen woman squealed her joy. Stephan nodded at Kevin. Kevin would take her to Stephan’s room and a good time would be had by all. Fine, maybe not exactly by all. But by him, and that was the important part.

The ringing of his cell interrupted his thoughts of sex and blood. He glanced at the caller ID before answering. His contact had better have some information.