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forces. As far as Salvatore could guess, the shadows were the only truly malevolent creatures that existed here.
    The King’s bedchamber surprised him. Unlike Salvatore’s room, which had bright colors and elegant fixings, Destin’s room looked like something out of a punk rock magazine. The room was a study of blacks and neons, black being the predominant color. He had a swank neon-green carpet over dark, almost black, hardwood which ran underneath and around a huge industrial-looking bed with black, twisted posts which looked like mangled tree branches. Instead of soft linen for a canopy, chains of silver hung like curtains around the bed itself. The tops of each post were graced with fierce-looking gargoyles with rubies for eyes. From where he stood he could see a pitch-black comforter pinstriped with pink, green, and blue neon stripes. Salvatore almost smiled at that. Destin was a being of nature yet he reveled in the punk industrial scene. His piercings should’ve clued him in on that, but he had expected a restraint of those things here in a Fae Kingdom. It screamed defiance, and Salvatore found that oddly appealing.
    Off to one side were two large wardrobes which housed all his clothes. One was what Salvatore had seen him sporting Earth side, black clothes, fishnets, chains. Everything a Goth kid would’ve drooled over. The other was obviously what he wore around the palace and to Court. The clothes were the same soft, thin material that Salvatore had become familiar with as the haute fashion in Underhill. They were all rich colors and seemed oddly foreign in the space. In that wardrobe also hung a variety of circlets and crowns which were housed on the back of the door like ties in a businessman’s bedroom. Those two objects seemed to sum up his soon-to-be lover nicely. Destiny was both the responsible king and the rogue, the ruler and the punk, the authority and the antiauthority all rolled into one. The Summer Darkness. It was sexy as hell.
    He tried to look at the rest of the room with the band posters and the other plethora of punk imagery, but he kept being drawn again and again to the bed at the center. He wanted to feel the comforter that Destin slept on, inhale his scent on the sheets. In an effort to distract himself from the encouragement of his other self telling him that it was his right to do so, he opened the bedside dresser right outside the chain curtains.
    He blinked. What the hell? It wasn’t what he’d been expecting. He took out several tattoo and punk magazines that he’d never seen before. A naked man on the cover of one gave the camera a cocky fuck-me smirk while one hand cupped an impressive erection. His hair was done up in a Mohawk that had as many colors as the rainbow, and his tight body played homage to Japanese artistry in the tattoos he was sporting. His nipples shone from the barbells that were shoved through and an odd-looking piercing ran down the center of his chest down his stomach and stopped just above his arousal. It looked like the back of a corset to Salvatore. The half loops were strung with what looked like red-and-black satin ribbon and crisscrossed his body before ending in a neat bow just above his cock. He looked like a present.
    If this was what Destin was wanting, Salvatore was sorely lacking. He was the picture of courtly elegance and always had been. He’d fit so well into his role of Prince that he’d never even had the inclination to try to cut his hair. He was a Prince. As the Prince he had a right to have it long. So he kept it that way. He’d certainly never dyed it. And piercings? Why? It had never occurred to him.
    He bit his bottom lip. Shit. I can’t exactly match up to his fantasies, can I? He looked down at his beautiful body in disgust. He fit in fine with the courtiers. They all loved him to death, but Destin wasn’t like them. He liked men edgy, apparently. Salvatore didn’t know how to do edgy. He growled in frustration and resisted the