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“Did he make any stops on the way back to the hotel?”
“No.” Archer approached the bar with cautious steps. His gaze shifted toward the abandoned wine bottle, although he didn’t make any movement toward it. Those piercing eyes simply narrowed slightly and he pressed on to grab a seat across from me. “One of my men did report a burst of magic coming from the limo. Whoever popped out of the car ran a quick errand and they were back before we could tell who was missing.”
I flexed my right hand, using the waves of pain tearing up my arm to help chase away the haze haunting my mind. It wasn’t ideal in any way, yet it gave me brief moments of the clarity that I desperately needed at a time like this. “Were there any additional heat signatures in the car?”
“No, boss. Just the angels and their driver.”
Nico finally drifted back toward me, his crimson eyes locked on me. “What are you thinking?”
Straightening, I finally pulled away from the bar surface. “The angels have lost territory to us quite rapidly. Their prince doesn’t have the same amount of juice he had when we were all young. As they turn over more to us, the weaker he becomes. I highly doubt Marcillo would risk using the last of his stash just to take a quick detour. However…”
“You think he forced his companion to run the errand for him?” Nico inquired. He took the stool beside Archer and rested casually against the bar.
An amused snort escaped me. “It is far easier for an angel to recover magic when they’re not completely tapped out. Marcillo wouldn’t hesitate to drain another dry just to give himself an out. He was fully aware that we were watching that hotel.”
“The girl is still very much alive,” Archer noted. “Whatever Marcillo used to get himself out without being seen wasn’t a plan that covered both of them. He forced her to use up the last of what she had and left her out to dry.”
The edges of my lips twitched. I resisted the urge to snort as I took a moment to imagine the shock painting poor Azaille’s face when she realized her own prince was leaving her in the heart of demon territory. It was essentially putting her to death without the blood being on his own hand.
I was a cold bastard, but even I had my limits on what lines I wouldn’t cross.
I hummed softly as I mused over Archer’s words. “Is she still at the hotel?”
The demon lord’s lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Drained as a whore.”
“Take her home…” I slid my gaze over toward Nico. “...and do what you do best, old friend. I want to know how Marcillo got out of my town without being seen down to the source of his boost.”
Nico responded with a slow nod. “And the other girl?”
Every single part of my body stiffened when the demon chose to speak our native tongue.
“What, his pet?” Archer’s amusement faded and he threw a weary glance between the two of us. “You two haven’t spoken tongues around me in centuries. What the hell did I miss before I got here?”
Nico eased off the stool, leaning close to his fellow demon lord. “Asher is stuck on the hybrid because he knotted her.”
Rage flared up within me with so much strength that my vision went hazy again for a moment. “Who gave you permission to tell anyone else what you walked in on?” I snarled.
Archer’s jaw dropped. Those purple irises flickered between us. “Wait — are you serious? You knotted a hybrid?”
“Does it really matter?” My icy tone caused the other demon to tense.
“It does when I tried to remove the problem and you stopped me.” Nico only offered one final glance back at me before he started for the front door. “Take the time I’m using to pry answers from Azaiell to get your shit straight, Asher, before this really bites you in the ass.”
Archer lunged off the stool, darting across the room to catch up with the other demon lord. “Are you serious? Did you really walk in on him—”
The front door slammed shut behind them, silencing the rest of Archer’s excited question. I closed my eyes and jerked my face away with a soft snarl. It was frustrating to have been trapped in a pet’s pussy like that. Having one of my own demon lords walk in on me to see it for himself just made the whole situation a lot worse. While it wasn’t a huge blow to my ego that another demon lord now knew, it wasn’t something I wanted to be spread around.
I trusted these men like they were my brothers, but this was still something I wanted to keep close to the chest until I figured out why Quinn made me react on that primal level when such a reaction shouldn’t be possible now.
Quiet thudding from inside the bathroom drew my gaze over toward the closed door, still locked. The noise hadn’t been caused by the hybrid trying to escape through it. She had chosen a different route — a slim window on the other side of the room. The poor thing just didn’t realize my magic would keep it sealed shut until I allowed otherwise. There was a part of me that was sparked by the rage of my current predicament and I yearned to simply remove her from it entirely.
The sooner she was removed from my life, the better of my standing would be with the war.
My cock twitched, remembering the hot abyss that I had been trapped within. Being locked in her body certainly wasn’t ideal, yet I had no desire to complain about the moments I had been alone with her. For a brief moment of time, I completely forgot who I was. My actions weren’t being driven as the prince of the demonic race, their future king.
No, I was simply a man consumed by the same lust and hunger that she mirrored.
My eyes strayed toward the manilla folder that had been delivered by the clinic. I reached out to retrieve it. The file wasn’t as thick as I would have liked, yet the good doctor had done the duty required of her. I skimmed all of the pages with the dire hope that I could uncover the cause of my lust for Quinn. Everywhere I looked, the answer was all the same.
