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Those golden eyes seemed luminescent in the dark. None of the streetlights here worked and the cathedral was a massive, gothic beast looming over them, bathed only in the light of the full moon.
Silver light instead of hell’s red didn’t make Asmodeus look any less intimidating. His white hair was slicked back, and his huge form was something that looked like it belonged with the sculptures on the cathedral.
Monstrous guardians to protect those inside.
“Why did you run away from hell?” Asmodeus asked, never once blinking.
Like he was aware she could summon that blade again and refused to miss the moment she did.
“Why did you come for me?” She glared up at him, hating the way her body wanted to reach for him, absorb his warmth, take some of his power to heal what was broken, but Asmodeus would never give her the sexual energy she needed so desperately.
He felt nothing at all. Even if he did let her seduce him, he wouldn’t give her what she needed.
“I came because it is one of my duties as the Prince of Demons.” He reached for the lock of hair that had fallen in her face, but she slapped his hand away.
This asshole didn’t deserve to touch her and the last thing she wanted was for him to see just how badly she wanted him to despite everything.
“I didn’t expect a fight,” he admitted. “So, thank you for keeping this interesting, little lilim.”
Her ribs were healed now, and she refocused that energy to her muscles and the rest of her bones – ignoring her wing for now. That wouldn’t help her get the jump on him. No, he looked like he suspected she was just as useless and weak as all the other lilim.
She let real pain show on her face when her wing ached as she adjusted, compensating for the way it was dragging on the ground thanks to the broken bones. “My name is Soraya,” she reminded him as she got to her feet, making it look like every movement hurt enough she could barely stand it. “I would appreciate if you called me by my name instead of my race, angel.”
His chuckle surprised her. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
She narrowed her eyes, annoyed he could manage to make that sound like an actual term of endearment instead of an insult. The way those syllables rolled off his tongue in that deep voice…
It was easy to see why he represented the sin of lust.
“So, now what?” she asked, clenching her hands into fists as she prepared.
She was very careful not to glance at the entrance to the cathedral and kept her eyes on him instead.
“Now I take you back to hell.” Asmodeus reached for her again, but Soraya slid her foot to the side and simultaneously shoved his arm away.
Gathering her power, she focused it into her fist and swung as hard as she could, knowing there was a good chance this was going to backfire.
But she hadn’t been lying.
If he was going to insist on dragging her back to hell, he was going to end up taking a corpse with him instead.
Asmodeus felt his ribs shatter and all he could do was laugh when the precious little lilim surprised him yet again.
Now he wanted to win just so he could keep her as a pet. It wasn’t about Lilith’s request anymore, but the need to have something that would keep him entertained.
And Asmodeus knew she would be able to do that.
He caught her second punch and crushed her hand, tilting his head when she didn’t collapse under the pain. That was unusual. Most lilim didn’t have a high tolerance for pain.
Not for the first time, he wondered how they’d all missed something so rare and precious.
This lilim wasn’t just breathtakingly beautiful, but she was powerful too – strong enough to possess wings.
And she fought like a demon who’d spent time in the infernal legions.
Her eyes flashed with the red flames of one of Lilith’s creations as she ignored her crushed hand to whip her body around, leg coming up high as her head dipped low, clipping his jaw with her heel hard enough his head whipped to the side.
She followed that up by dropping to down to sweep his legs out from under him, but Asmodeus could read her like a book. He was ten moves ahead of her and all it took was yanking her hand up, making it impossible for her to do more than flail at him.
