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Not until now.
“There was some trash I needed to pick up in the human realm, but someone told me it’s recently arrived right here in my own kingdom. Once I take care of that, I’ll have your token.”
That bastard. Trash! My blood is just as pure as his.
Pure blood? Really? He, too, has a demon infecting his bloodstream? Catherine asks dryly.
I roll my eyes at her, and she goes silent, but I feel her humming through my veins. Any time my anxiety climbs, hers also does, times ten. And that is the last thing I want. Especially right now.
I calm my breathing and take a step back.
I need to leave. Before something bad happens.
My foot barely takes a single step when the course of the wind changes. The cool breeze slips into the shadows, and I can’t explain why it feels so ominous.
It pulls at my long silver locks. It twirls and carries my shining hair. I realize a second too late that the magic of the shadows has slipped away from the long strands. The ends blow past the entryway of the door.
It’s only a second. It’s a single second of my hair glinting in the moonlight.
My brother’s gaze cuts away from the hulking figure standing before him.
He can’t see me. He can’t see me. He can’t see me.
I say those words over and over again.
Because he’s staring right at me.
My feet pound over the cold stones fast before my wings rip out from my shoulder blades, and I soar down the dark staircase without looking back to see if he’s following after me.
The hard flapping of my wings is silent, but the slamming of my heartbeat is a telling thing.
He didn’t see me. He didn’t see me. He didn’t see me.
My toes don’t even skim the floor when I collide into Zaviar’s chest. His arms wrap around me, and he feels like a safe haven of warmth, but it doesn’t calm me.
Words never leave my lips through the choking breaths I’m gasping down.
It seems I don’t need to speak.
Because in the next instant, he sweeps us away in foreign but gentle magic. His power around me roars to life. The energy builds into something powerful and pure.
And then we’re gone.
16
A Demonic Angel
Aries
Zaviar drops me with a heaving breath. I land on all fours, my palms sinking into a soft blue mat, but I can’t focus on its color or the cool feel of it beneath my fingers. I can’t pause to wonder how Zaviar used his magic inside the castle when demon magic is forbidden there. I can’t think at all through the clawing feeling of the demon inside me.
Just breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
My hair trembles around my face as my head shakes violently back and forth.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
