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“We were fucking." I climbed out of the tub and elbowed past the kings. “It was filthy, and I came five times.”

Malum made a sound that was somewhere between a dying cow and a screaming goat.

“Actually,” I tossed over my shoulder. “Ten times.”

Malum whimpered.

Orion reached for me, and I skirted around him pointedly, then slammed the bathroom door closed behind me. Malum bellowed on the other side.

“Why do you keep antagonizing him?” Vegar asked, and Zenith shot him a glare like he wasn’t supposed to speak to me.

They were sitting on the floor playing a card game, and the twins were asleep in their beds.

I shrugged. “Because he deserves it.”

The demons nodded like my answer was acceptable and said, “Good work.”

I saluted them and climbed into my bunk.

Sleep claimed me quickly.

That night, I dreamed of a handsome, blind devil with a voice like sin, whose nails dug into my skin as he ravished me. He whispered huskily in my ear and promised to kill for me.

In my dream, I thanked him.

Chapter 25

Aran

WAR

Amok (adjective): possessed with or motivated by a murderous or violently uncontrollable frenzy.

DAY 14, HOUR 7

Last night, the scouting angels had returned with the coordinates for another ungodly settlement.

Today, we went to war.

Snow fell in thick chunks as we marched through the quiet forest.

“I’m going to steal Scorpius and Orion from you,” I whispered to Malum, just to terrorize him.

He scoffed beside me. “Please, we both know any relationship with them means you’re one step closer to being mine.”

“You’re delusional,” I whispered as I discreetly inhaled his tobacco whiskey scent.

A vein pulsed on his forehead.

He leaned down, and his breath was hot against my ear. “Stop pretending with the twins. It’s pathetic—we both know you belong to me.”

My hands curled into fists. “That’s my future husbands you’re talking about.” He was so high-handed that it was infuriating.

Flames whooshed as they jumped off his arms. “Stop fucking saying that,” he said darkly. “They will never have that title.”

I rolled my pipe between my lips. “Are you sure about that?” I drawled.

His jaw clenched. “Yes.”

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