“Don’t play mind games with me, little mutt. I’m stronger than you, and I will burn you to a coal before you can say my name. Do you hear me? Leave Lucian alone, or you’ll pay.”
I smile and take back control of my tail, slapping her across the face with it.
I can’t deny taking a little pleasure when I see the thin line of a bleeding scratch.
“I’m not doing anything of the sort, you delusional woman. Lucian is mine. So whatever this obsession with him, you can fuck off. He’s mine. He’s my soulmate. My fiancé and my soon-to-be?—”
She screams and fire erupts from every inch of her body, covering me in its whirlwind. Good thing fire doesn’t hurt me anymore, or I’d be screaming in pain.
“Don’t make me laugh. Lucian is mine. Forever mine.”
I blow raspberries and the fire covering me blows smoke in her face.
“And what gave you that idea?”
“He did.”
It’s my turn to scoff.
“Please. He would never do such a thing. Lucian only has eyes for me and me alone. Who do you think you are, bitch?”
She draws back her fire with an inhale and smiles as if her little moment of derangement never happened.
“Me? I’m his wife, of course.”
His…?
His…?
His wife?
What the ever-loving hell did she just say?
CHAPTER FOUR
“MY SWEET DARLING BOY, YOU CAN DOUBT ME EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.”
My windows swingopen and Lucian flies through, looking just as dashing as ever.
The man loves his suits. Designer suits, no less. Apparently, his closet is full of them, courtesy of his bank account accruing interest over centuries. It’s so unfair, but considering I’ll be sharing eternal life with him soon, I can also take advantage of the benefits of immortality.
That is unless I get killed by one of the many people who have it out for me.
Could they at least do it now so Lucian doesn’t also die?
“Darling boy.” He marches right up to me and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
I narrow my eyes, and as he straightens, I grab him by the tie and pull him down to my lips.
Is this a sign of his lies? He didn’t come straight for a mouth kiss. Is that a clue to the demoness’s truth?
His smoky, sweet taste infiltrates every cell of my body. It’s like I’ve been holding my breath all my life and his kiss gives me the oxygen I’ve been denied.
No.
I refuse to believe he’d lie to me.
I know Lucian. I may not have known him for long, but I know his soul. I know him in my bones.
