As I stood there in the dim light, the evidence of my union with the demon prince was still visible, a thin, glistening trickle of his essence running down the porcelain curve of my thigh.
I looked over my shoulder, my golden eyes glowing with a toxic, triumphant light as I watched the lust—and the pure, unadulterated rage—fill their eyes.
"Well?" I whispered, my lips curling into a smirk. "Are you going to stand there and stare? Or are you going to help me forget the feeling of the Abyss?"
The air in the room snapped. Caelum was the first to move, his python-like speed blurring as he reached for me, but Maegel was right beside him, his hands already tangling in my black hair.
Tonight, the lions and the dragon wouldn't be fighting the demons. They would be fighting to reclaim the territory I had so willingly surrendered to the dark. And I? I was going to enjoy every second of the war.
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