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“Is that possible?”
“It is.” His frown deepened, and he stroked his jaw. “But at the risk of incredible pain to you. I will not subject you to that unless absolutely necessary.”
At a knock at the door, I cleared my throat and took a step back from Jericho, hoping the office didn’t smell like he’d just railed the hell out of me. I slipped the trash can back under the desk and crossed my hands over the wet spot on my gown.
At the quirk of Jericho’s brow, I gave a nod.
“Come in.” His voice carried a tone of authority that never failed to send a flutter to my stomach, and he eased back into his seat. Surprise rose up into my throat when he gripped my waist and yanked me onto his lap. He gave a possessive squeeze of my thigh, as Vaszhago entered the office and strode toward us.
“How did I know I’d find you here?” the demon asked with a not-so-enthusiastic tone in his voice.
“I would’ve informed you first, but, uh … sounded like you wereengrossed.” I kept my tone flat and crossed my arms.
The demon’s cheek twitched with a smirk as he rolled his shoulders back.
“Is Kezhurah still here?” Jericho’s question grew distant to the thoughts of my father and the freeloading soul taking up residence inside of me.
“No. She seemed satisfied with Farryn’s progress, so she returned.”
“I’d like you to retrieve Soreth for me. Bring him to my office. I’ve a matter to discuss with him.”
“Very well.” He gave a nod and swung his attention to me. “For the record, I heard you tiptoeing outside my room. Your footfalls are obnoxious.”
“Yeah? Well, you two were pretty obnoxious, too.”
His lips curved to a smirk as he turned and exited the office, closing the door behind him.
“My footfalls aren’t obnoxious, are they?” When Jericho didn’t answer right away, I turned to see him staring off, his thumb mindlessly rubbing over mine, not a trace of humor in his expression. “Are you all right?”
He broke his stare and lifted his gaze to mine, his expression quizzical.
“You just look really concerned.” I ran a thumb over the deep crease in his forehead.
“I’m fine.” He snatched up my wrist and kissed my fingers. “I just want some answers. Now.”
“Should I go to my room?”
“No. I want you here. Right here.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see his reaction when you’re in the room. If I sense anything is off, I’ll know to leave him locked in the dungeons.”
I shook my head and pressed my shoulder against his chest. “You really don’t trust anyone, do you?”
“Not where you’re concerned.”
“Except Vaszhago.”
“I only trust Vaszhago because I know what harm will come to him. No one who intends to hurt you is safe around me.”
A smarter woman would’ve surely taken his words as a sign of crazy possession and probably run for the hills. Given my fears, which simmered just below the surface, his words wrapped around me like a security blanket and gave just enough of a squeeze to make me feel safe.
The door clicked open to admit Vaszhago and Soreth, and in the light of the office, I could see the guy more clearly. He reminded me of a blond Clark Kent, with the sharp angles of his face, which must’ve been an angel thing, because Jericho had the most impressive jawline I’d ever seen. Vaszhago gave a hard shove from behind, and the angel stumbled forward, shooting the demon a glare over his shoulder. The two of them strode toward Jericho and me, the angel’s eyes on me the whole time. Something about him gave me the creeps. Probably the fact that the asshole had climbed in through my bedroom window.
Once the angel had taken his seat, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Vaszhago stood off to the side, his shoulder propped against the wall in a casual stance. The complete opposite to the tension running through me right then.
Jericho didn’t bother with any formal introductions, before he started in with, “Soreth, I brought you to my office to pick your brain.”
