The Demon King Davian

Fear snaked through her. “If it’s not just you keeping tabs on me, then who?”

“A very determined demon.” His hands remained balled at his sides. The dire look he gave her was filled with worry, dread and rage.

Spiking her anxiety.

“Question is,” he said, his voice still razor-sharp, “what the hell does he want from you?”

Chapter Five

Davian’s mind raced. Why would a demon track Jade? And was it one from his kingdom?

No.

Their allegiance never faltered. Granted, the vampire who’d allowed Jinx to experiment on him had stepped beyond a reasonable boundary, but the accord had been made by mutual consent. Jinx had willingly taken the risk.

Something much bigger was at play when it came to Jade. And Davian had to find out what it was. If neither he nor Morgan had discovered what followed her, but had realized evil surrounded her, that would likely make the stalker another wraith.

Fuck!

Poltergeists were the damnedest demons to hunt. One of the reasons Morgan made such a brilliant general and military strategist. Although Davian did not lack tactical skills himself.

“You’ll be safest at the castle while I search for the demon,” he instructed Jade.

She shook her head vehemently. “The slayers would never stand for it. Nor would I put myself in that sort of compromising position. Vampires live within your walls.”

“Who no longer prey on humans,” he said in agitation of the critical situation.

“Regardless, I wouldn’t feel the least bit comfortable there. Or safe.”

He fought the anger pressing in on him because she actually thought he’d let someone harm her. “Have I not given you a good enough idea of my feelings for you?”

Her sooty lashes fluttered as she seemingly tried to comprehend all they’d been through thus far. “What happened last night…that was only a dream.”

“Really?” he challenged.

She moved away from the fireplace, as though the additional heat were suddenly too much. “I can’t explain why it was so powerful.”

“Are you going to conveniently say I manipulated your senses?”

She spun back to face him, appearing indignant. “Of course not. That would suggest I have absolutely no control over my own thoughts or body. I assure you, I do.”

The admission contradicted her point about it only being a dream that had transpired between them.

His brow quirked. “You didn’t exactly demand I leave your body or your bed after I’d mentally removed Michael from both.”

Her cheeks sucked in for a moment. Then she said, “This isn’t something we should discuss.”

“Hard to deny how we responded to each other.”

“I can’t explain it,” she repeated. “I’m sure you can’t, either.”

“Yes, I can.” Despite his better judgment, he reached for her, hauled her up against his chest and sealed his mouth with hers. A quick, yet scorching kiss that caused adrenaline to pump through his veins and made his cock swell.

When he released her, she stared at him with murder and desire swirling in her eyes. A heady combination.

He quietly demanded, “What bothers you most, Jade? That I pulled you into my arms or that you willingly came?”

“I—” She gave another shake of her head. Visibly seethed. Then said in a breathless voice, “I don’t know. I don’t understand what happened last night. How…real…it felt.”