A Demon’s Kiss

sp

w, watching the rain glide d

e, wincing. This time, Oliver chose a unique punishment. One

that hot poker with a tight grip while Oliver

iron as it hit the kitchen floor a

oining us for this dinner here

inst the kitchen counter, watching me swirl

mumble mi

str

t what I need.

unrivalled by anyone else in this Territory. I've met a few now due to my husband'

ew Noble is alw

ch a way that doesn't reveal my apprehension, or make

ike me knowi

has done that. You have no

the ice, resting it

uppo

edge of the towel over my hand,

to me, leaning down. "Don't so much as flinch in his pr

bows. "O

before he pulls away again. I release m

with them. He doesn't

power does not amount to the fear I have for my husb

ndow. "Would you look at

ads bowed against the onslaught of rain. Each are tall, with broad figures

slide my hand into it, biting down

ack often, and it’s my job to ensure the

r and I are a happily married c

yer, Oliver grabs my arm

deal?" He murm

faults. He tells it to me each tim

as knocks from the door

agreeable, since we are meeting a new Nobl

cour

ything other than perfect, the agreement will be over, and

s with disgust.

e, I believe Oliver would

s of Demon blood. And there is nothing mo

to dominate

. He genuinely believes I'm incapable of loving, of being loved, and that he is

bsently rub the spot w

his very floor, begging for mercy while I watch

I watch the three Noble’

de, charming smile and captivating blue eye

ble, I become hyper-awar

usbands hand in greeting. "Oli

feigning honour.

e’s the gentlest of the Noble’s that I have met, and I’ve allowed m

coat, slinging it on the hook n

axen is easygoing and attentive. But not attentive enough to look twi

sonally. I’m master

wn eyes look towar

rting my eyes. But not

through the door, shaking his head slightly,

the Noble’s attention. "Kastriv, it's

st

ed by how bea

down over his ears and forehead. Those gentle curls are shaped perfectly, d

t reach out to shake Oliver’s hand. He has

most stuttering as he sweeps

my wife

o mine. The shadows under his eyes accompan

t Noble’s own their power outwardly, althou

ved hand as he extends

as Dax’s hand shoots out, grabbin

ning while Dax’s eyes flare, a silent wa

mes uncomfortable. "Apologies, I don't l

for the briefest moment. We mu

rope

me. That wasn’t my fault, but I will

nter the dining room. I keep my eyes pinned

been so intimidated by a

ate the remaining Demon population in Territory One,” Oliver starts, a

yes look distant. I don’t think he actually

cracy of Oliver wanting all Demon’s

I hadn’t lost that

more men. These Demon's are extremely powerful.

I don't think t

ce at

ass, watching Oliver with painfu

, and the graceful slant of his cheekbones to

nds on Angel-bloods. Most will not

of those who share the trait, they have such large quant

Each with unique,

ple in this Territory, and gaining more power. Th

goofy, so unamusing. He truly believe

reature, very wary of people. They did not

ng at me.

r who graced me with the gene, and since his deat

m married t

ll of them desire blood. Especially Angel blood.” Oliver’s v

, stare unrelenting in the way

, Keo, do you not? They are all

liver tells me of all the lives that one man has taken

ax’s eyes. "We truly d

e. "Let me try with a band of Angel-bloods. I'm sure

ought to one of our privat

live? What value

em alive.

and Kastriv stare at ea

liver concedes. "Of

slightly. Oliver will rant to me all evening about how unlik

he was bes

late, captivating me. "And I wish t

y. Come to

will bring yourself and your wife to my private

ht? W

ng steady. I thought tonight would be the last time I wo

t me, sceptical.

ead. "Yes. There i

peaks little, and for most of the evening, I fi

plate, he’s looking at me with an intensity that could have me on my

e, I look away instantly, willing

night, we walk the

llard and Dax. I linger back, as I usually do, tensing

He nods down to it. I instin

ugh his proximity is unnerving.

" His tone is flat, accusatory. He senses

ne strips me bare, has

eft ha

wing it’s covered in a pretty, lavender lac

with a hand that is overwhelmingly

he kind of pain I can mask. Instead, I y

my eyes as I fight to urge to peel the

s breathless, a darkness to

e trying

wing my tears, ignoring the painful ac

loser. “Th

pe a

eaking whatever spell was between Kastriv and I. “I cannot wait t

t look at me. "Oh, it

rugs on his black coat, and