Page 27 of The Princess and the Demon

Frowning, I move towards the fire, leaning around to see Amon sitting in his high-backed chair, his head in his hand.

My heart stutters as I take him in. He’s incredibly large, and incredibly different from me.

He’s also incredibly beautiful.

I take in his horns, and ache to reach out and touch one. He rubs at his temple, and sighs heavily before raising his amber eyes to meet mine.

Regarding me silently, he stands slowly, towering above me. My eyes rove down his chest, taking in the black markings that decorate his chest and shoulders.

My eyes rove down further over chiseled muscles, strong thighs, and clawed feet.

“Do I frighten you?” He asks.

I frown at the question, raising my eyes to meet his.

Why would he care if he did? I was his prisoner now.

“No.” I answer after a breath of silence.

Amon searches my eyes, his brow creasing slightly at my answer.

A few moments pass before he turns from me, walking over to the stone table, clasping his hands tightly behind his back.

“You will eat, and then I will ensure a room is prepared for you.”

I turn and look at the fire, the threat of tears stinging my eyes as the realization of my situation once again assaults me.

“Aren’t I your prisoner?” I don’t think before the words spill out of me.

“Would you rather I keep you as a prisoner?” Amon volleys, whipping around. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head.

I avert my gaze.

I didn’t really know what to expect, but being kept in a room like a guest wasn’t something I had imagined.

“No.” I whisper with a sniffle.

“Then its settled.” He moves to pull a chair away from the large table. “Sit.”

I hesitate a moment before turning to join him, sitting in the offered seat. Amon pushes my chair, and his fingers brush against my hair. Whether on purpose or by accident I’m not really sure, but that simple touch sends a shiver over me, and goosebumps pebble my skin despite the heat in the room.

The air suddenly shifts, and a dark fog appears in the corner of the room. A second later, a tall, beautiful female demon appears and sashays towards Amon.

Her curvy hips move back and forth, and she stops short when she notices me. Her golden gaze darkens as she takes me in, her eyes roving over me.

“Balail, meet Elora, Princess of Delyra.” Amon gestures towards me, and I notice the way his posture changes.

Almost as if he’s expecting to have to intervene somehow. The demoness walks towards me, and she crosses her arms over her chest as she nears me.

“A princess…here? What an honor.” The tone of her voice is mocking as she turns to Amon. She opens her mouth to speak, but Amon raises a hand, silencing her. The clack of her teeth is audible as she clamps her mouth shut.

“We will need some breakfast, I think. I also need to ready Elora a room please. Preferably the master chamber.”

Balial frowns, her teeth setting on edge.

“Wouldn’t another room be more-.” She starts, but Amon cuts her off with another wave of his hand.

“The master chamber.”

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