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Onyx
Caine’s presence is like a balm at my side. In one of his Armani suits, he is just as sexy as always. His skin holds a more russet hue now. The color more Asmodean than his normally paler skin.
He’s also hotter. In both senses of the word.
I rake my eyes over him, taking in the wings on his throat with a shiver.
Horan’s blood did what it was supposed to. It burned away the Brightex but not Caine’s demon magick. Though, now, Caine’s crimson eyes hold flecks of amber deep in their depths, and he seems to run a constant fever.
The angel could not say if it would wear off with time, and the only thing we can do now is wait.
On more than one front.
There has been no word from Miami. Nothing but a local story of a burned down warehouse on the outskirts of downtown.
Markus has tried contacting Tomas Sanchez, but it seems the heir has not been forthcoming in answering his calls.
Caine glances down at me, his arrogant smirk right at home with the rolling swagger of his hips. I stick my tongue out at him and his gaze sparks with heat.
“I did warn you about that, baby,” he says in a seductive rumble. “You will be putting that devilish tongue of yours to good use.”
Heat pools between my legs.
I will never get tired of him. Never stop wanting him.
“So will you,” I tease.
He growls softly but doesn’t reach for me. Even though I can see the tension in his body. The need to haul me against him.
Turning back toward the large wooden doors of the chateau, I approach the two guards with a saucy smile. “Is Azz in?” I ask brightly.
They look past me to Caine, Horan, and Tanner.
“You can come in, Onyx,” the larger of the two says. “But they aren’t allowed.”
Tanner lets loose a deadly snarl and both males reach for their hips and the guns there.
My smile broadens. “See, I would, but he has a meeting too.” I gesture at Caine. “You know … Demon to demon.”
They glance at Caine.
I know what they see.
A badass Asmodean with a rather unique set of guards.
The doors behind them open before they can work through which way will suck less for them. Azz fills the frame, his white hair less luminous than Gage’s. It’s almost chalky in comparison now. Like his skin.
Azz rakes his dark eyes over me with heat. “Onyx, you have finally returned.” He starts toward me, his cool hands reaching for my bare shoulders.
Caine stops him with a soft tsk. “Now, now, Azzteroth. Your deal does not involve skin, does it?”
Azz looks at him, his dark eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you?”
Caine smiles in a sinful roll of his lips. “Caine,” he says simply.
Azz stays quiet, his expression falling into the cool lines of his businessman guise. “An Asmodean,” he murmurs, taking in Caine again. “It has been quite some time since one of the warmer sins frequented my home. Please come in.” He moves back and gives a grand sweep. But I catch the anger in his gaze.
Caine stalks past him like he owns the house, Tanner and Horan on his heels.
