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“Scared?” I taunt, looking up into his handsome face.
He grins down at me. “I’m not trying to find myself in a duel, princess.” He swings out of my way, thrusting his blade directly into the eye of a demon before turning back to me. “Although, for you, I might be willing to make an exception.”
I roll my eyes. “You wouldn’t win.”
His arm flies out, pulling my hip toward him so that we’re once again flush with each other. He lowers his face to mine, stopping a mere inch from my lips. “Care to wager?”
My chest heaves from the exertion of fighting mixed with the heady scent that is all River. His scent is all over me, flirting with my senses and begging me to lean in just slightly. He knows what he’s doing in a battle of wills as much as in true combat.
“Watch it,” River yells, pushing me out of the way as a horned demon nearly bulldozes into me. River expertly dislodges his head, and the body topples to the ground in a heap of gore.
I shake my head to clear it of the fog. What the hell is wrong with me?
My eyes land on Lilith, whose grin is a dead giveaway.
That bitch is messing with my mind.
“Rix, take Victoria to the parlor. I’ll be there soon,” Luke calls over the waning battle, as the last of the traitor demons are brought to their knees.
The demon dog, whom I specifically told Luke to keep away from me, moves toward the hallway, looking back to ensure I’m following him.
Needing to get out of this room, I push aside my hatred for the beast and follow him. We walk for several minutes until we come across an open door.
It’s a bare room, much like the one I was held in when I first arrived.
I walk inside and the door slams behind me. I pace the floor, concentrating on my breathing.
Damn Lilith and her games.
Does she know who River is to me? Or is she simply choosing the first pretty face just to drive a wedge between Luke and me?
The door opens and I spin around, ready to throw myself at Luke, but it’s River standing just inside the door.
“What are you doing here?” I hate how rude the words come out. River hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s my own conscience incorrectly placing the blame.
“I wanted to make sure you were all right. Satan might trust that mutt, but I don’t.”
I blow out a breath. “I’m fine. It’s just...”
“This place?” he cuts in.
“Yeah.”
“Listen, I didn’t mean to act inappropriately back there. If I made you uncomfortable, I apologize.”
“You didn’t. It’s not you. It’s just—”
The door crashes open, stopping my words.
“Get out,” Luke growls.
River grins and I fear more bloodshed.
God help me.
