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I raised an eyebrow and clenched my jaw as I listened to their conversation.
Grace’s mother shook her head, fear lighting up in her eyes. “N-no.”
I heard all I needed to know.
Stepping back, I melted into the shadows and disappeared from Grace’s home.
67
LUCIEN
Isat in the lounge chair inside my bedroom, watching Grace sleep in my bed. She had stripped out of her clothes and curled in the sheets, my scent rubbing on her. She’d shut me out and refused to answer my one crucial question.
Who the fuck hurt her?
Once I found out, they were in for a surprise.
No one was allowed to touch her. And for someone to whip her? That was waging a war they’d never win.
I tapped my finger on the crystal cup, my elbow resting on the chair’s armrest. After Grace went to sleep, I’d made myself a stiff drink, needing to relax my tense muscles. It helped calm me down instead of storming to Grace’s home to get answers.
Just thinking about all the marks on her body and mouth made my blood simmer. She’d busted her chin, and the gash in her tongue had scabbed over. Grace didn’t know I knew about the wound on her tongue. She must have thought I was dumb and would let her go another day without telling me what was happening to her.
I brought the glass to my lips and sipped the Old Fashioned.
“What did you find?” I murmured.
Daiman stepped out of the shadows and walked through the room. He turned his head as he passed the bed, gazing at Grace’s sleeping form under all the blankets.
“Enough to know that her family isn’t good for her,” he said softly, not wanting to wake our girl.
I tapped my index finger on the rim of my cup. “Tell me everything.”
“I believe her father beat her. I watched him control and threaten her mother. He said something along the lines that he would teach her a lesson, too.” Daiman clenched his jaw, clearly upset about what he’d found.
I ground my teeth together, and adrenaline pumped through my veins as I imagined this human male beating Grace into submission. “Her dad, hmm?” I sipped my drink, hoping it would soothe my nerves and prevent me from leaving and visiting Grace’s dear old dad.
“She can’t go back to them, Lucien,” Daiman urged.
I turned my gaze to Grace, who rolled onto her other side in her sleep.
Rain pelted down on the roof, and a few flashes of lightning spilled through the closed blinds. The snow from earlier had turned into a thunderstorm. It matched how I felt and how quickly this day had gone from good (since I was eager to see Grace) to terrible.
“She’s not,” I murmured. “I won’t allow her to return to them. Clearly, there’s something more she’s withholding from us.” Not that there was a reasonable explanation about why her father beat her, but I was curious.
Daiman glanced at Grace, unable to keep his eyes off her. I didn’t know when he last released his energy, but I suspected he needed to soon.
“Something else is bothering you,” Daiman noted as he turned his attention back to me.
I licked my teeth under my lips and sipped my drink. “Yes,” I answered after I swallowed the strong alcohol.
Daiman raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“How is she a succubus? They’re only born through demons. Most often, by an incubus impregnating a human woman. I don’t think her parents are demons, especially her father.” I tapped my finger on my crystal glass as I mused about this.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“I also want to know who told me to sacrifice Grace to Lucifer. The prince claimed he didn’t choose her.”
