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Come again?I frowned and looked at Nico, who was watching Damien in legitimate shock.
“I need to get out of here.” My breathing was fast as I tried to push back against the door, but Damien’s grip simply tightened.
Then, he was gone, and I watched as Colt and Damien clashed, both of them sliding right into one of the stone walls, which shook on impact. Why the hell wasn’t anyone stopping this? Instead, they were watching it like some sick show. My eyes met the House of Sin’s king’s gaze, and he offered me a sick smile, as if this was exactly what he wanted.
This level of chaos. Did he have something to do with this?
I snapped out of my daze. My magic flared, and I used enough force that the doors flew open. I had never moved faster in my life. I wasn’t proud to admit it, but I fucking ran. I ran away from that chaos. Those emotions. And those men.
I could handle a lot, but everyone had their limits…and that had been mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ama
Tears streaked down my face from the overwhelming emotions coursing through me as I fled from that damned ballroom. I didn't give a shit that I likely had black, make-up laden tears pouring down my face like a maniac. All I cared about was getting back to my quarters and being alone.
Shame, guilt, and so much disappointment slammed through me as I navigated the corridors, hoping I had memorized the path correctly.
I was a failure to my father. To our house.
Tonight had been my night to prove that I was mature, had my shit together, and could work the political climate to our advantage. I hadn't just failed; I had embarrassed us. News of this incident would spread through the entire realm.
My face burned as hot tears cascaded down my cheeks, and I choked out a sob, picturing my dad finding out about this. All of the princes of Hell fighting over me at a dignified political gathering, which had been my last chance at gaining votes for our house.
I was a fucking disgrace. How many times had I told myself not to not let these princes and their devilishly handsome looks and sweet words get in the way of my goal here?
"So stupid," I seethed at myself, lifting my long dress to stomp up the stairs towards my quarters.
"Bad night, gorgeous?" a chilling voice asked, drawing my attention to a man at the top of the stairs.
Normally, I'd appreciate the compliment, but the way he’d said it was like oil rolling off his tongue and coating me in a layer of sludge.It felt icky.That was the simplest way to put it.
He was an Incubus. In addition to his alarmingly good looks, the power I felt grazing my own gave it away. Mine had surged up defensively as he prodded me for a way to affect me.
Scrunching my nose up in confusion and slight disgust as he raked his hazel eyes over my body, I mumbled, "Excuse me," as I brushed by him, continuing towards my quarters.
I figured I was in the clear as I rounded the corner and didn't hear any footsteps following me, despite no verbal response having been given. Still feeling on edge, I glanced behind me and tried to shake the feeling of unease when I saw no one there. I’d met a lot of creepy men in my life, but never one that had me feeling like there were bugs crawling under my skin.
Kicking off my heels, I grabbed them in one hand and hurried down the rest of the hallway, making a sharp right towards my door. Relief crashed through me as I opened the large black door and slammed it behind me, locking it and sliding down the wood until my ass hit the floor.
My body was surging with adrenaline from my encounter with the Incubus, and the feeling of being in danger hadn’t completely disappeared. It didn’t help that, now that I was away from my guys—ugh, no, bad Ama, not my guys—I suddenly wasn’t confident that I’d handled this situation correctly.
I shouldn’t be alone.I really shouldn’t be alone.That instinctual alarm was growing.
Something within me was pulsating in my brain, telling me to go find the guys immediately. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I had already made enough of a mess tonight by not setting boundaries and by thinking I could somehow have multiple budding romances.
My mom would probably be proud. Her daughter, who had shunned all things to do with her Succubus nature, getting involved with six men. A hollow laugh escaped me at the thought as disgust at my behavior slammed through me. What was wrong with me?
I was turning into exactly what I hated. Why did I think it was fair of me to be kissing multiple men, when I knew damn well I'd flip my shit if they kissed other women?
The mere thought had my blood boiling and fists clenching, ready to tear the throat out of anyone who tried to touch my men.
Fuck. I had to stop thinking of them that way.
Pushing myself from the floor, I left my heels at the door and walked barefoot into my bedroom. Glancing at the messy bed, I thought of how Drayven had held me like he couldn't bear to live without me last night.
That damn man had me all kinds of twisted up emotionally and physically. Part of me yearned for the explosion of passion that had only just shown in our kiss. I knew it would be unbelievably intoxicating if I let it go further.
