Once a phantom warrior, able to solidify his body at will, he'd been cursed to be a sylph-an invisible spirit, an air elemental. He could possess just about anything-a raven, a pillow, a clock. She would order him to keep an eye out for this mysterious assassin.
Instead of always spying on me. Did Morgana and Raum actually expect her to believe that Salem was a mere domestic? She'd barely shooed the sylph out of her rooms before Cas had arrived tonight. "Salem's telekinesis is surprisingly powerful-"
"No one can help me." Cas stood unsteadily, unfolding his tall form. "I must go, meet with some friends. Settle my accounts. Tell no one of this, Tina, or you betray my trust."
Shooting to her feet, she cried, "Please don't leave." He could be going to his death!
"My cards have been dealt. At least no one can say I didn't pay what I owed." He gave a bitter laugh, as if at an inside joke.
She grabbed his brawny arm. "Then return here tonight."
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"No, not maybe." Recalling his many conquests and his love of females, she glanced up at him from under her lashes, licking her lips. "Come back to me, and I'll welcome you with open arms, Caspion."
He groaned. "You're still a virgin, and the future queen of Abaddon. I'd have to wed you to bed you."
"Okay! You'd make an incredible king."
"Really? The Abaddonae welcoming the guttersnipe orphan as ruler?"
Some of the old guard Deathly Ones held him in low esteem because he'd been a foundling with no land or family name, but . . . "You've been making such strides, Cas."
She alone knew how much he yearned for acceptance. Though he reveled hard-he worked harder, accumulating wealth with each bounty.
He gave her a sad smile. "You know I can't have you."
For half a decade, she'd assured herself that he hesitated because of the difference in their stations. All she had to do was help him see his own worth.
Or maybe he simply needed to sow his wild oats before settling down.
Chapter 3
After all, who could possibly adore him more than she did? Though he must have guessed her feelings long before now, she finally confessed to his face, "But I . . . I love you, Cas."
He chucked her under her chin. "I love you too."
"Don't be obtuse." She laid one hand on his muscular chest. "I am in love with you. I want you above all others." She'd tried to forget him-her stint offplane hadn't been only for school-but Caspion remained firmly in her heart.
"You only feel this way because of what awaits you tomorrow," he said. "You're desperate for an escape. I understand why you're doing this, but you aren't my mate."
"You can't know that for certain, not until you 'attempt' me. In the throes, you know; isn't that what you demon males say?"
He gripped her hand, pulling it off his chest. "You shouldn't be musing about such things, Bettina!"
Sometimes Cas could be as medieval in his thinking as the rest of the denizens of this plane. He might admit his conquests to her-but he withheld all details. "I'm not a child. I know simple biology."
A male death demon-like the males of many demon species-couldn't produce se**n unless he was with his mate. He could enjoy sex up until then, could attempt a bevy of females and take release in a way, but the pleasure paled in comparison to what could be found with his fated one.
"Take me, Cas, and let's find out once and for all."
"If you're not mine, I'd still be honor-bound to wed you. Would you deprive me of my future mate? I'd grow to hate you." He pinched his forehead. "Ah, none of this matters anyway! I am done. I brought their killer down on my head."
"Whose killer? If you tell me, we can figure out a way to defeat him, or hide you. Just talk to me. Please."
Cas faced her, cupping her cheek with a callused palm. "Goodbye, Tina."
"Wait!"