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This deal…
If she didn’t take it, she’d have to make a run for it and she’d end up fighting him anyway. Whether she won or lost wouldn’t matter if she could make it to a sanctuary, but it would be better to head for one of the many doors in New York City.
A single door not too far from here would give her the sanctuary she needed. That door could take her to another, and then they’d never be able to get their hands on her.
Not that going back would be the worst thing that ever happened to her, but he was there. Soraya had spent nearly an entire century doing everything in her power to escape from him and nothing in the universe could make her go back to him.
But if she was Asmodeus’s pet…
“I’d like some clarification on a few points.”
The fallen angel’s feral grin matched her own. “Be my guest.”
Stretching her neck to the side made it pop and the tension in her body eased ever so slightly. “If I become your pet, what would you expect of me?”
“Whatever I ask of you.”
At least he was honest and to the point.
“And would you protect me?”
Her question caught him off guard. His eyes narrowed and Asmodeus took a step closer like he thought he might see in her eyes why she would ask him that.
The air felt too thin with him this close and she wanted to take a step back, but Soraya forced herself to stand there and bear the weight of his scrutiny.
What he was terrified her.
He wasn’t a true fallen angel despite how many thousands of years he’d spent in hell. Asmodeus had never fallen from grace. He’d chosen this exile for his own reasons and had remained emotionless like all the other angels in the heavenly realm. The very same angels that had come to earth and hell to slaughter as many of Lilith’s children as they could find.
They’d come hunting for all the nephilim with much the same expression on their faces as Asmodeus had now.
It terrified her that he might just decide to go back to heaven one day and bring hell to their knees with all the secrets he’d learned over the centuries and bring his creator all the heads of the surviving nephilim and lilim.
Asmodeus was seraphim…an archangel who still possessed his grace.
What did that mean exactly?
Did he view her as one of his demons, or did he view her as an abomination?
“Would you want me to protect you?” Asmodeus asked, staring into her eyes with the kind of intensity that had her blushing.
Her.
A lilim with the powers of a succubus.
“If I’m your pet, and obeying your orders, then yes, I would hope my master would protect me.” Soraya noted the way his eyes dilated at the word master and how his presence suddenly felt a lot heavier.
Asmodeus was very interested in this tiny sliver of intel she’d given him – almost like he realized he couldn’t possibly know anything about her other than what she was.
Even then, he had no fucking clue what she was capable of.
“Then yes, I would protect you.” The fallen angel reached for her, and she didn’t mean to, but she flinched at the sudden movement. Strange, she felt a tiny flicker of guilt when his hand dropped.
At least she’d gotten what she needed from him.
Either she would win, and he’d fuck off forever, or she’d lose, and the Prince of Demons would be contracted to make sure he never touched her again.
“Swear it,” she whispered, cracking each knuckle as she mentally prepared herself for the pain this prince would soon deliver. “Swear on Lucifer’s soul that you will ensure no harm comes to me that you do not order or inflict yourself – swear that you will take care of me as your pet just as a human would…like I’m precious and loved.”
