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A shiver runs down my spine at his touch, and try as I may, I can’t keep myself from making a little gasping moan.
Axe’s gaze sparkles like Celestian crown jewels. He tilts my head toward him. “You’re not very good at it. A common problem among those with too much goodness.”
He might have a point. Malachi can feign ignorance and make anyone believe whatever suits his motives most, and he’s the least “good” man I know.
Though, it would have been a nice trait to pass down, especially right now.
Axe comes closer, so our body heat mingles. So close, his lips brush mine when he utters his next words. “Now tell us, Dove. What do we mean by business?”
I suck in a breath, this one full of Axe’s smoky scent.
Is a kiss a kiss if it’s just lips touching? If there’s no intent?
What if the intent is one sided?
Or maybe one-and-a-half sided?
I take a step back but collide with Dashel’s chest. He steadies me by the hips, his large hands cradling them.
Even once I’m sure-footed, he doesn’t remove them, and I don’t ask him to.
Enzo closes in on my right, while Bastian does the same on the left.
A strange vibrating sound, almost like purring, reaches me, and I swear on the Flames themselves that the four demons surrounding me are making it.
My heart, as though answering the strange noise, thuds so loudly I’m certain everyone can hear it.
I’m stuck. They’re too strong, and I don’t have control over the power in the demon ring.
But that doesn’t mean I’m helpless.
“What the hell are you asshats doing? Back the fuck off me before I start collecting demon wings as decor.”
Axe lets out a small huff that might be a laugh before stepping back to a more socially acceptable distance. The rest follow suit shortly after.
“Do you treat all the girls you bring back here like that, or am I just lucky?”
Enzo and Axe share a glance, before Bastian rubs the back of his thick neck and says, “We’ve never brought a girl here before.”
“Hmm, lucky me. Where’s my room?”
“I’ll show you,” Bastian says, jutting out his enormous arm to offer me his elbow.
I look at it like it’s a snake about to bite me, and the hulking demon next in line to be the head enforcer for an interplanar demon syndicate, blushes.
“Sorry, Dove. It’s almost like I don’t know how to act around you. I feel all out of sorts.”
I bite my tongue against the urge to tell him in excruciating detail why he’s so drawn to me. To list every way angel magic can bolster his power, and that’s why I’m so appealing to him.
“It’s almost like you’ve never seen a demoness before,” I mutter as he leads me down the main hall.
He shrugs a massive shoulder. “We haven’t. Well, not one in our age bracket, anyway. Ms. Greenly is technically a demoness, but also still a witch somehow. I’m not really sure how it works.”
Interesting. I didn’t know that about my Practical Magics instructor but that explains her demony scent.
“But Oliva and her followers don’t count somehow?”
“They are female demons. But they aren’t demonesses.”
