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“I understand,” she responds.
Lana bites her lip, looking up at me from under heavy eyeliner. For a moment, we are alone, a globe of mounting desires ready to shatter with the energy of our bodies at any second. Finally, she lets me go, and I feel empty inside.
“Come back soon,” she murmurs, then blows me a kiss.
I smile, feeling like a cartoon struck by cupid’s arrow. I turn achingly away and breathe out a heavy sigh. I stand on the opposite side of the ballroom. The place I’m used to standing, where I’m meant to pay keen attention to any possible scuffles or disagreements. Usually, not much of interest happens as I stand in the corner, a dozing demon with nothing to hold my attention.
But, damn, tonight is so fucking different.
Lana stands there like a moon glimmering over an aimless sea, outshining the rest of the wealthy demons with her blinding elegance and intrigue. I can’t keep my eyes off her. Even if a fight were to break out, I would barely notice. She has all of me, and she is all I want.
I managed to catch the eye of the demon lord who attempted to bribe me for a position by Lana’s side. He is taller than I, beckoning, and begins to snarl from across the room. His dead-set eyes remind me of what I had done the night before and before Lana had swallowed me whole with her decadence.
I had gone against what the masses had wanted and murdered the assassin, who, had he succeeded, would have finally brought me my long-sought-after glory. My heart smashes in my chest like a flustered bird at the memory of Lana laying on her back, her limp body enough to coerce me into changing my original intentions.
I had begun to dig my own grave when I cracked that wasp’s neck. I have made a powerful enemy in the heart of the demon lord who is scornfully staring, fingers burrowing into the throne he sits upon.
My fate could be sealed for me, but none of that feels relevant anymore. As long as Lana is safe, I will lay down in my cool grave with grace.
I flick my eyes back to where Lana is standing, and another disturbing sight catches my attention.
“Fucker,” I mutter under my breath.
Lord Egretz, a handsome, high-status sorcerer demon, is bowing before Lana. He takes one of her hands in his and lays his lips upon it. I feel like a steam kettle, catching her reluctantly accepting his request for a dance.
He leads her onto the dance floor, her shapely body accentuated by the tightness of the dress, and he pulls her to him abruptly. Her breasts crash into his chest, and he gives her a smoldering look, one that likely captivates any woman he’d lay eyes upon.
There is nothing I can do. Lord Egretz is of a higher class, and I am just a lowly demon tasked with observing the dance and making sure nothing becomes too wild.
But watching Lord Egretz settle a hand to her waist, sliding it so it rests slightly at the top of her curvy bum, is setting a fire inside my gut that I’d never felt. Is it jealousy? Fierce protectiveness? Whatever it is, it’s making me do something that a lowly demon has been strictly banned from doing since the beginning of the court’s existence.
They begin to waltz, and Lord Egretz takes the advantage of cupping her rear. I see red. A dazzling, uncontrollable rage takes me over, and I start toward them on the dance floor.
The music continues, but it is beginning to fade as I stomp my way through the crowd of other dancers, most of them scoffing and gasping to see the head Constable making such an intrusion. But I don’t care. No one can touch Lana like that without permission.
I think of all the years I was mistreated for being considered a simple demon, too dumb to take on roles that required responsibility, and too low on the totem pole of class to hold any important titles. My entire life, I have longed for someone to take me seriously, to respect me for a place I hold in the realm without any sugarcoating of reasonings.
And somehow, I’ve been able to drop all of that for this woman. All I needed to do was pull the covers over my head and ignore the screams of agony coming from the hallway. It wasn’t like I’d never heard it before.
However, my body simply would not allow it. In the same way, it won’t allow her to be violated.
THIRTEEN
LANA
I didn’t want Systorak to leave my side, though I would never have shown it. I am in a world I don’t quite understand, and he is my guide. An attractive, considerate, gentle, and sensual guide, to be more specific.
He makes me feel confident and sexy in a dress so tight it digs into the sides of my breasts. I haven’t worn something this skin-hugging in ages, nor have I had the confidence or inclination to. But wearing it around Systorak makes me feel invigorated and powerful, and there isn’t anything more attractive than a woman empowered, even to herself.
I wanted to play along, to not cause a ruckus within the world of this magnificent demon who had originally taken me from my home realm. People-pleasing is usually not a part of my personality, but something inside me, that same part that needed his talented fingers to move all over my body, wants to make him happy. Content, at the very least, with my presence at this affluent event.
I have my hands cupped in front of me, the urge to stick my chest out into the air and feel the cool brush against the top of my breasts, titillating, when a man approaches me from the opposite side of the room.
I glance back at Systorak, who looks stoic and solemn, standing off in his corner, when a charming voice enters my audible bubble.
“Good evening. I believe you are Miss Kingsfield, correct?”
I turn to find a demon, a taller, significantly leaner, and more cut version of Systorak, standing before me, a grin plastered on his face that was devilishly handsome. But it was also smug and reeking of insincerity.
