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My gaze slides over to the head of the table. “That doesn’t really fill me with confidence, Haures.”
I wait to see if he’s going to correct me. To remind me that he’sDukeHaures.I’ll be happy to remind him that he’s notmydemon duke, and if he’s going to insist on referring me to as ‘mortal’ instead of my name, I’ll use his name instead of his title. But just like Mindy, he can sense when I’m gearing up for a fight and he doesn’t let me have it.
Instead, he admits, “You are the first human who has been in Sombra for as long as I have existed.”
Something about the way he says that… “And how long is that?”
He leans back into his throne. “Far longer than your mere three decades,Su.”
CHAPTER 7
THE ASHBALM FLOWER
SUSANNA
Iblink.
Okay. I can forgive the nickname, even though I only want close friends and family to shorten my name. Otherwise I’m Susanna, and since the demon duke doesn’t realize how awesome I’d be as a true love, he’s never going to be one of them. But how does he have any idea how old I am?
It’s rude enough that he aged me up to thirty. Still, it’s a pretty close guess… and since his ‘older’ comment makes me think I might be dealing with a demon as old as Jesus Christ himself… like he’s immortal, and as soon as I have that thought, something inside of me… that samesomething…tells me that I’m right. I’m looking at a pretty sexy Methuselah?—
Wait. Sexy? What the heck, Su? Don’t think that your demon jailer is sexy. Even if his sculpted cheekbones are sharp, and his hair looks super soft, and his bare chest is tempting because heneverwears a shirt, though I get it. With a body like his, he should show it off?—
No.
Tusks, I remind myself. Horns.
Claws.
Giant.
It’s the true love spell. It has to be. When Haures left me in the dungeon, I could stew over how messed-up that was. Definitely not how any guy should go about making a good first impression on his true love.
Over an elaborate dinner, sitting on this surprisingly soft chair, the light softening his harsh features… Haures is undeniably handsome for a demon. I don’t look past his monstrous features. I actually embrace them because he’s not just some regular dude.
Though he is a demonduke, and while he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to try a nickname on for size, the confident way he called out my age and my chosen nickname while being careful not to answer anything about himself… oh, boy. I’m in trouble.
Just as I have that though, two very weird things happen.
First? That strange sensation in my chest, kind of like a thin wire inside of me that reaches out, connected to someone else… connected toHaures… gives a sharp tug. I gasp, rubbing my breastbone with the heel of my hand, but that doesn’t help. If anything, itthrums, pulling me toward the demon duke at the same time as a sudden certainty hits me.
It tells me that I’m not imagining things, this demonismy true love, and that he has a sudden desire to sweep the mounds and mounds of food onto the floor so that he can use his claws to shred of my clothes and bury his face into my pussy to see if I taste as good as I smell.
Whoa.
So, yeah. That definitely didn’t come from me. And if it didn’t come from me…
My lips part, heat flooding to my face as I peer over in surprise at Haures’s suddenly impassive expression.
That was the first thing.
The second?
His expression is unreadable, but Haures’s brilliant blue eyes flare, going so bright, they’re almost as white as the rest of him as he darts out his tongue, toying with the tip of one of his tusks as his hand… instead of shoving the food away, he drops his hand to his lap.
I shift in my chair before he has any clue what I’m about to do. Rising up just enough that I can peek over, his fingers are curled around the very,veryobvious bulge that his pants do nothing to hide.
Not for the first time, I’m reminded ofLabyrinth. Marketed as a family-friendly film, I was in my mid-twenties when it came out and, while it’s quickly become one of my favorite movies, let’s just say that David Bowie’s bulge should’ve gotten its own listing in the credits.
