Page 10 of Heir of Darkness

“Oh, it’s you again,” Luna muttered.

Valerio grinned. “Miss me?”

“In your dreams,” she growled.

“That’s where I see you,” he said, leaning against the table. Dante stood behind him, looking at the menu behind the counter as if he was going to order something. “Now, who were you talking about?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Luna said sarcastically.

“I’ve never seen people flirt like this,” Gianna said. “It’s interesting.”

Luna kicked her under the table. There was no flirting. No, there wouldn’t be anything with the devil in front of her because she couldn’t stand him.

“We were just talking about some guy Luna used to have a crush on,” Cecilia said. Luna sent her a glare, one she conveniently ignored.

“Doesn’t matter now because that boy is dead to me,” she said, taking a bite of her frozen yogurt. It didn’t taste as good now that the energy had been sucked out of the room by Valerio.

“So you were talking about me,” he said, leaning closer to Luna. “I’m flattered you think about me, fiancée.”

“Where is my copy of the contract?” Luna asked, ignoring his words and how her body stood up in goosebumps because of them.

“At my house,” he said. “You’ll have to come over to get it.”

“You can mail it to me.”

“It’s top secret. Safer being viewed in person.”

“What flavor is that?” Dante asked, pointing at Luna’s frozen yogurt.

“Cake batter,” she said.

“Ugh, I hate that one.”

She looked at him dumbfounded, turning back to Valerio. “I’m not going to your house.”

“My house is the only place you’ll find the contract,” he told her.

She clenched her jaw. “I’ll get my hands on it one way or another.”

“I hope you do,” Valerio told her. “Maybe seeing it in person will help you come to terms with our arrangement quicker.” He grabbed the spoon from her hand, tracing his fingers on hers. He took the scoop that was meant for her into his mouth, clearing off the frozen yogurt in a way that made her skin tingle. She hated how her mouth became dry watching it.

He stood at his complete height that towered over Luna’s sitting figure. She looked up at him, taking in his natural frown, his furrowed eyebrows. She hated the way her eyes traced hisplump lips, the way they drifted down his body, stopping in front of his crotch, eye level to her. “Oh, I hope you’ll accept my invitation to The Chase in a few weeks. I would love to have you there.”

With that he walked out, leaving Dante—who now had an ice cream cone in his hand—to follow after him. Luna could feel the heat on her skin, and she didn’t know if it was from anger or something unusual and strange she didn’t want to bring attention to.

Luna turned to Blair. “How good are you at getting what you want?”

“Excellent. Why?” she asked.

“I need to see the contract. There has to be some kind of loophole or something,” Luna said. No matter what it was, she would find it. She couldn’t stay with him, and she wouldn’t.

Until then, she had to do whatever she could to get him to break the contract first.

“When’s the next party?” she asked Gianna.

Gianna grinned. “I’ll find out. Why?”

Luna got up, smoothing out her clothes. “Because I’m going to find a handsome stranger and make out with them.”

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