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My other Fury forms napping on the rug snapped open their eyes, regarding the vampire warily but with disinterest.
To be fair, Desdemona was gorgeous with his tall masculine body and pale skin that contrasted starkly with his raven-black hair and brooding, bedroom eyes.
He looked more brooding and less sexy now after Fiammetta, the Wickedest Witch, had escaped right from under his roof while he’d thought she was a fly caught by his old honey.
Desdemona, never a gentleman, growled, “What are you doing here?”
Unlike Fiammetta, I didn’t mind a man’s attitude. Her Archangel wasn’t much of a gentleman either. Neither were the hunters—including the dragon princes—who had come to murder me.
Gentlemen were extinct.
“Napping,” I said good-naturedly.
He frowned at my voice. “Why don’t you nap in your own place?”
“I like it here. It has style.”
“It wasn’t built for you!”
“Your sister isn’t here,” I said meekly, though my voice didn’t sound that soft. I knew nothing good would come of it if I riled him up in his unstable state. The old vampire was extremely touchy these days. “Why waste the space?”
“Have you seen Jasmine?” he demanded.
“Here and there. Sometimes she sleeps in the Witch Tower, and sometimes in my jungle.”
His expression morphed to one of regrets.
I didn’t want him to invite her back. I liked her chamber, and especially now, I needed this haven while the hunters were hot on my tails.
“She really enjoys her new life,” I added. “You know—running around wild and all the freedom she finally has.”
“It’s not safe out there!”
“She’s a big girl. She’s a survivor. She’s blossoming.”
I wouldn’t tell him how miserable Jasmine was now that she’d been banished. I needed her room. It was selfish, I knew, but on Pandemonium, everyone watched out for their own interests. It was either that, being taken advantage of, or perishing.
Desdemona sneered. “I know why you’re here.”
I tried to arch an eyebrow in mockery but couldn’t manage it with my freak face. I resorted to flailing my tail twice.
“The bounty hunters from those three ships came to take your heads,” he said, then over my indignant look, he laughed merrily. “What have you done to make yourself so popular?”
“I’ve done nothing. How do you know that they’re hot for me?”
“My spies are as capable as yours, and even more so.”
“What else do you know other than that the hunters are attracted to me?”
“I won’t sell valuable information for nothing.”
“Keep it to yourself then,” I said, ready to dismiss him and continue with my nap. The unfulfilled sexual frustration was still boiling in me. I wanted to doze off and forget about it. I couldn’t return home while Iokul had yet to leave my jungle.
“You’ll not close your eyes while I speak to you!” Desdemona yelled.
Again, he wasn’t a gentleman. But I also knew it’d be a bad move to piss him off while I needed his tower for my own use, so I opened an eye and regarded him coolly before he demanded I look at him with respect again.
“There’s no need to shout, Lord Desdemona,” I said mildly, hoping he would relax.
