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Then again, given that he was a demon, that might not be paint. Do you really want to waste time with an annoying demon? Better still was the soft curves of her body against his. We were talking about Noir.

Most demons had an odor to them, but not her. Her mother had stolen it from her to keep her safe. Personally, I find that it bites deepest whenever others are around. It might distress Mistress Jackal.

Seth ignored that as he pushed himself up so that he could stand on unsteady feet. The sad news was that Asmodeus was the closest thing to an actual friend Seth had ever had.

How could he walk around in them and not fall over? Trust was not in his nature. Solin broke off into a string of more profanity as he tried even harder to reach them.

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Carefully, she peeled it back to examine his wounds. Is that not what you told me two days ago?

She might not be able to kill him, but she could geld him and that she would definitely do if he laid a hand on her. Why would she risk her life and body for someone else?

He gripped his restraints as his vision swam. If only she had her powers. And her nails were ragged as if she chewed on them from a nervous habit. To Lydia Tsakali, drains software hell was the darkness surrounding her that echoed with the screams of the damned being tortured. Eyes that saw far deeper than the surface of any being.

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Blinking hard, he stared at his blood on the walls around him. And definitely with his hands. More than that, he hoped his father was roasting in the ovens of the Underworld. Instead, he glared at Seth with a strength of spirit that would garner respect if Seth was capable of giving such to another.

Seth braced himself as pain exploded throughout his entire being and his armor vanished. She stared at the demon, wishing she had some way to question him. For now, it was better to tolerate the demon she knew than the others who waited outside this room. It could very well be his skin. Even though the mere thought of it killed her, she dropped her hands from her ears and pulled her other dagger out.

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Yes, but his idea of polite and hers had a bit of a gap between them. She ran for it, lashing out in a hope of striking what ever foe was there. When he spoke, he growled out his words like the demon he appeared to be. Or the thing that tripped her. For you, alone, I would bleed and I would die.

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He answered her question with one of his own. How dare you proclaim that pathetic backwash as my divine offspring! Savitar clapped his hands together. It was alien and foreign, and. Did Lydia really mean that much to Solin?

No one had had the balls to openly attack him when he was unfettered since before his confinement. And since when was sex ever tender? Seth grabbed her hands, spun her around in his arms, and pinned her against his body so that she faced Solin. Raising her dagger, she rushed at the demon. As soon as he was naked, Noir blasted him through the stone wall behind him.

She let her breath out slowly, waiting for him to attack. They were like an electrical current in the air that made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

You can be in a crowded room and still feel the bite of loneliness. Seth was tempted to offer the demon money to change clothes with him. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

It was so strange to be able to speak after a lifetime of silence. There was no worse feeling than to be at the mercy of someone else and to not be able to fight back or even protect yourself. She twirled about twice before she caught herself. Get it out of my sight before I gut you both. There was no one to call for help.

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No wonder he wore the makeup. Her caramel skin glowed with the warmth of her powers and made her green eyes sparkle.

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She realized that he honestly had no concept of what she was talking about. As she kept going, she uncovered a well-muscled, tawny body whose absolute perfection was marred again and again by countless scars, cuts, and bruises. In several places, the blood ran from underneath the steel plates and dripped onto the stone floor.