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“No. The point is to shield your presence from him. To create a shroud around you so that you may roam freely—so you can become my pickpocket.”
Eli, like others with similar abilities, spoke in riddles and half truths to those of us above his station. It was the only flex of his abilities he had and though annoying, it was expected. He didn’t answer to any prince because he was much too valuable as a shared entity.
I had no choice but to take the deal. Even with Pru as a failsafe, I would only be buying myself time until Alessio cornered me again by whatever means he saw fit. It had been too close of a call to believe I would escape again.
“This better be a very powerful spell, Eligos.”
“I’ll deliver it to your apartment in an hour. I expect my payment by the end of the week.”
With the agreement struck, Eli got to his feet to retrieve what he needed to conduct the protection spell. I took a long breath and let the hope settle in my chest.
Sitri lifted his head from the bubble of euphoria he’d been lost in. “This is where I leave you as well, brother. I have facilitated your agreement and survival. It’s time for Ezequiel and me to take our Reaper upstairs to bed.”
Sitri stood with the Reaper plastered to his side. Her dazzling brown eyes and thick lashes beamed up at her prince as if he’d breathed life into the sun. It was the type of affection I’d seen mimicked on tour for years, but it held more than blind admiration for his good looks and talents. It was intense, and when Ezequiel appeared and held out his hand to her, she paused to give him an equally bewitched look before she took his invitation gleefully and followed him to the elevator.
“Are you really satisfied? After all this time?” I watched Sitri’s face brighten at the Reaper and Watcher waiting for him.
“More than you may ever know, brother,” he said simply and walked away.
It wasn’t for me to foresee whether his happiness would last the tests of time and love, but I believed him. Though he held power and influence over lust, there was a distinct difference between love and the temptations of the flesh. Whatever he, the Watcher, and the Reaper had between them had given my fellow prince an ease in his soul that I’d never seen in him. And for that, I was both grateful and disgusted.
The one weakness that had been deemed mine was dancing again, but she was watching me from where she swayed on the dance floor. A new man came up behind her, and she arched her back in response. With her eyes schooled on me, she reached an arm up and over her head and raked her fingers through his blond hair, bringing him even closer.
In return, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her jaw relaxed and her lips parted for his touch and my blood began to boil. I sat forward and made to stand when a lesser demon obstructed my view. She leaned down until her breasts teetered on the cusp of full exposure from the revealing dress she wore.
“Mind if I take a seat, my prince?” Her high-pitched voice rang over the music and her eyes fell to my lap.
I looked behind her to see Pru’s eyes flare with heat. I crooked a smile and darkened my eyes at her. I gave the demon a slow nod and leaned back to give her a wide seat. With our eyes locked, Pru turned herself in her partner’s arms so that her chest bumped against his torso. His hands traveled down her lower back to her ass, where he took a hard handful.
It wouldn’t take but one more move for me to win this war Pru had started. She was either testing my patience or silently begging me for the domination she craved. Either way, she was toying with the possibility of me ripping that human’s heart out of his chest with my bare hands and giving it to her as a gift. It may have been my move, but I gave her one more warning dip of my chin.
Against her better judgment, Pru pulled at the man’s shoulder to bring his ear down to her and whispered something that made him blush. He looked at her as if she were going to start undressing right in front of him. She stole another glance at me, her nonverbal “checkmate.”
The demon on my lap wiggled her ass over my groin, enticing my cock to wake for her—and failing. I brought my hand up to her cheek and fanned my fingers along the back of her head, then I brought her lips down a breath away from mine.
“Listen to me very carefully,” I said loud enough for her to hear me. “I’m going to place my hand on your thigh and you’re going to act as if I’ve just given you the greatest gift.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Prince Gaap,” she cooed.
The sound of my true name on this creature’s lips made my stomach clench in disdain.
“I would never lower myself to that, but you’ve found yourself in the middle of a battle of wills that I intend to win.”
Hurt flashed over her face. Other demons likely would have accepted her offer, but I hadn’t slept with another demon in centuries and never a lesser spirit.
I gave her a severe look, and she nodded eagerly. “Good.”
My hand trailed up her thigh and under the hem of her dress but stopped short of the apex of her thighs. And like she was told, she dropped her head back and moaned. Her hips made generous circles over my crotch and she made a show of my will.
The rage in Pru’s eyes quickly turned to something new. Mischief or spite. A hybrid of the two was a combination I hadn’t expected. She pulled out of the arms that had been groping her and stormed off to the bar.
I stood, knocking the demon from my lap, and started across the short dance floor to stop her from destroying herself in an act of malice against me.
But she wasn’t ordering a drink.
No. She had found a way to force me to show my hand.
On unsteady high-heeled shoes, Pru climbed from a stool up onto the glass of the bartop with loud encouragement from the patrons gathering around. Her hips dipped and circled to the beat of the music. Without much strain, anyone below her could see right up her dress to her bare pussy. I had convinced her to forgo underwear as a favor to me, but I was cursing myself now that she was putting herself on display for every horny bastard with a pulse.
