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get the feeling that will only happen in my dreams, though. He doesn’t give a flying crap. He doesn’t want to be with me at all, which is kind of a first for me.

“I don’t like being told what to do, especially by a minion,” I say as steadily as I can. “It only makes me want to do it more.”

His eyes bore into mine, his jaw clenched so tight, it must be giving him a headache.

“Stay away from Elijah or we are going to have a problem,” Killian says, bending down slightly so that he can say that to my face and not two feet above my head.

“Oh, we already have a problem, War. Watch your back, sweetie, because you won’t see me coming. If I want Elijah, I’ll have him.”

“Not on my watch,” he growls.

“Then your watch will have to end,” I retort and turn on my heel to walk away, furious that he has dared to be so egotistical, so conceited around me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Apart from War, obviously. I suppose everything you need to know about him is in the name. It strikes me as odd that he cares about Elijah so much. It also massively turns me on to picture the two of them together. I had no clue that Elijah liked dick. He seems to love pussy from my own experience. It just makes it even harder to walk away from him, even more so now that Killian has told me to.

Told.

“Fucking asshole.”

I march over to the seat that Razor was in earlier and drag the seated putrid Disease Demon out of it by his shirt and fling him over my head. He lands in an oozy, gooey mess which I turn my nose up at in disgust.

I sit down and cross my legs, bringing a whip to my hand. I flick it at the girl that is tied up to a wooden pole a few feet away. “Someone torture her.” I order and I sit back with a smug smile as almost every Demon in the sin bin fights for the honor to do as I demanded.

Almost every Demon.

Killian is glowering at me from the quiet corner, having not moved a muscle.

I hold his gaze for a few seconds before I tear it away.

When I look up again moments later, to my disappointment, he is gone.

22

Drescal

My day has gone downhill. It started off in a landslide but soared when Anna agreed to give us a chance. Now, I’m standing in front of Roberta, having handed in my resignation moments ago. To say that she is pissed off is an understatement. Even knowing that the Queen has already approved my decision hasn’t helped. She is berating me about all the time and effort she has put into me in the last hundreds of years. I hope that she’ll wrap it up soon as I want to be with Anna. Now that I know she is mine; I want to be with her every second that I can. Moving down the hall from her will allow me to see her whenever I want. Okay, who am I kidding. Whenever she wants. But it’s good enough for me.

“Look,” I snarl. “Annabelle already knows and we’re going to be together so there’s nothing you can do about it.” I leave her gaping after me, like an enormous goldfish and shimmer out to the residence. I can go back to my apartment later for my stuff once I’ve settled into the room Annabelle has arranged.

I appear in the sin bin to a large crowd, thumping music and sexual energy bouncing all around. It’s not unusual in here, but this time it’s different. It’s more primal and focused only on one creature.

“Annabelle,” I murmur and walk forward, pushing my way through the crowds of sweaty, panting Demons. I stop when I get to the front of the heaving masses. I shake my head with a smile as I see Annabelle entertaining her minions. I’m not worried about her in spite of the lust directed her way. She can take care of herself.

She catches my eye and gives me a wicked smile as she slides sexily down the tied-up female that appears to have been beaten to within an inch of her life.

My breathing goes heavier as she licks her lips and her eyes go dark with desire. Whatever she is doing now is for my benefit and I couldn’t love her more. She