Wicked Abyss
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The dimension seemed to spin. He’d carried out that grueling amputation to himself?
For her.
“I brought them to you, vowing that I would look as your kind and live as your kind.”
But she’d still spurned him for that other male. This day began to make more sense. “You relived that memory after you delved into my dreams.”
He nodded. “It maddened me. I wish I’d reacted differently, but in the end, I needed to acknowledge that memory, to face it.” He ran his fingers through his hair, seeming surprised not to find his horns. “Lila, I’m a demon grown, have lived lifetimes, but I would do the same thing today. And I will make the same promise: to live as you do. In this form. In your realm.”
“That is not what I want.” Yes, his looks were stunning. But so had they been before.
“Tell me what you do want. Whatever it is, I will give it to you.” He curled his finger under her chin. “I’m in love with you.”
“I kind of figured.” She gazed up at this strange face, trying to lose herself in those familiar eyes, but the situation didn’t feel right—as if she were cheating.
He smoothed his thumb over her cheek. “I will do anything to win you back.”
With a challenging lift of her brow, she said, “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Quit the Møriør.”
Abyssian went still. “And you will be mine once more? Forever?”
He’d actually do it? “I was just fucking with you.” Maybe she was a fitting queen for Abyssian Infernas. After all, Lila had used trickery to take her own throne.
He exhaled a pent-up breath. “You got me.”
“Considering that Uthyr helped me, and that Rune wanted to give us a chance, you should stay in the Møriør.”
“So what do you truly want?”
“If I forgive you, I will want you to change back to the demon I love.”
He cocked his head. “Ah, my wife is having another go at me.”
“I’m not joking.”
His expression grew baffled. “You . . . you prefer me like that?” She heard his thoughts: —All that worry for nothing.— Then: —She’s saying she loves me!—
“Yes.” She sidled closer to him. “I want you to be comfortable, but I also want me to constantly dream about kissing your gorgeous skin.”
He jolted straighter. “At your service.” He began his wondrous transformation. Glyphs arose and started to glow, stark against his bloodred skin. He gritted his teeth when his wings and horns emerged. As his facial structure transformed, he wagged his jaw. “Better?”
Heavy-lidded, she said, “Better.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “You can forgive me, again?”
“How can I be pissed at your trickery today when I was such an apt pupil?” Everything was connected. Every lesson learned, every wrong soon to be righted. “But we still have a lot of things to work out. Establishing boundaries, for one. If you look into my thoughts, I’ll look into yours.”
His arms tightened around her. “You can . . . ?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I suppose it’s only fair since I spied on you with a mirror.”
“You were watching me?” The hand mirror on his desk. “I sensed something! You were always watching.”
He shamelessly admitted, “No demon has ever looked into a mirror as much as I.”
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that.” She now had a ton of untapped abilities. Then she frowned as a thought struck her. “Why do you think Nïx assisted us? She had to know I’d kill Saetth.”
“And that I’d send the Vrekeners’ realm spinning. I have no idea why she’s steering fate this way—and that will make more than one Møriør uneasy. But whatever comes, we’ll weather it.”
“Are you sure, demon? Dealing with two realms, two different species, a queendom and a kingdom could get really complicated.”
He lowered his forehead to hers. Lips curling, he said, “Or, for the first time, it could get really easy.”
 
 
SIXTY-TWO

Pando-Sylvan Trade Negotiations ROUND 1
Sian bowed his chest up for more of her touch. He lay in their bed with his exquisite mate atop him.
Calliope’s eyes flickered as she greedily surveyed his body. Meeting his gaze, she told him, “I need gold, love.” She rose up on his length . . . then slowly . . . so slowly . . . slipped back down.
He gripped her hips, shuddering with pleasure. “Then this is coercion.”
Calliope shook her head, her hair a glossy tangle around her head. Her face was still pinkened from their afternoon at the beach. Though they worked hard, they played hard as well.
Throwing his words back at him, she said, “Consider it a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
Anything in the worlds she desired was hers, but he liked withholding concessions—just so she would coax them out of him.
Knowing his clever mate, she’d long since figured that out, which meant she was playing along with him.
Which meant she was perfect for him.
She rose up again. “To make the changes I have in mind, I’ll need a mountain of gold.” Surprisingly, many demons wanted to remain in Sylvan as long as they could earn a fair wage and enjoy all the rights they’d been denied.
“A mountain of it??” Sian demanded, making his tone stern. “You’re worse than a sorceress. And what will I get in return?”
As she lowered her body, she purred the words, “A dinner.”
He was having difficulty following the conversation, his mind absorbed with her tight heat. “Wait, you mean with my friends? Let me get this straight: I have to pay a fortune in gold for you to attend a meal with Rune and Josephine?”
“Of course not, demon. You have to pay a fortune in gold, if you want their meal to be venom-free.”
“Is that so, firebrand? And of course, you wouldn’t use your powers to play pranks on them?”
She cast him an innocent look. “Define prank.”
Calliope needed to meet them—since he’d already invited them to the surprise coronation he was hosting for her in two weeks. He figured if she got along so well with Uthyr—Calliope had gotten him a battery-operated flat-screen TV for the throne room—she’d eventually come around with Rune and the rest of the Møriør.