Page 49 of Sinless Demons
“You’re a fuckin’ dumbass,” Zaviar tells him with absolutely no filter whatsoever.
Krave sweeps away his drawing and turns to the angel.
“Why? Because I don’t want to tell you she’s too afraid to change how things are?” Krave cocks a brow at the angel. They stare, slicing deadly daggers at one another.
And then we’re all speechless.
“What do you mean?” Damien finally asks him and I see a curiousness in his brown eyes as he looks at Krave. I think it’s the same curiousness he always has when it comes to this demon. He just isn’t hiding it any more.
Krave lifts his inky fingers and smoke wafts out in thin-lined drawings. A lithe woman in glittering colors fans her dress out as she spins and shields four figures behind her.
She’s beautiful. The way Krave sees her is different than how she looks. Aries is incredibly sexy, but the elegant lines Krave draws her in is all soft features and innocent eyes.
He sees her in a different light than the rest of the world does.
Maybe we all do.
“It’s apparent, isn’t it?” He cocks his head at me, but I just eye the incubus without a word until he explains further. “She figured out... whatever it she was trying to figure out. All the stuff she was working toward, she seemed to get it all sorted. And now she’s hiding us away because the last time she made a big move, it nearly got us killed. It got you three imprisoned. She doesn’t want to risk us. She knows as mates, we’d die for her.” Krave lifts and looks around at the three of us like that should be obvious.
Fuck. It should be obvious.
“Well, we can’t stay here. Her father wants an heir in his kingdom. It’s safe for him if Aries is there.” Zaviar rolls his bright eyes, and even in the moonlight, I can see his anger.
If he fucked her, would it wash away some of that hate? If he got just one thing that he wanted, would it change him?
Doubtful.
But judging from how much control he had tonight with her perfect body laid out before him and him still clinging to that restraint, maybe we’ll never know.
“What do we do now?” Damien asks with his attention held on the woman at his side.
I’ve never seen someone love anyone so much in so little time.
Maybe that’s what mating is like, though. I guess that’s what love is like.
Love is patient.
It’s fucked up, but it’s patient.
And that’s the answer here.
“We wait,” I finally say, settling back against the netting and watching the night pass us by.
The moon hangs above with white slices of light casting across her features. Quiet snores catch the cool night air, and still I lie there awake, looking at her.
A beautiful woman is enough to cause so much violence from so many men. And us four, we have too much violence inside of us not to give it all up for her.
That’s how I know Krave’s right.
We would die for her.
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The blade cuts into his throat. Sure, it’s wooden, and yeah, it’s just a blunt edge against Damien’s smooth golden skin, but it still makes me feel good to use my skills like I used to.
