Page 15 of Lethal Souls

I can’t help smirking as Devlin picks up the last of his weapons. I spot Willow and Juniper coming down the staircase, Juniper now wearing a simple gold dress with her damp hair pulled into a tight bun. Willow notices me right away and starts to smile until she sees the man standing in front of me. Juniper notices too, and they hurry in my direction.

“What’s going on?” Juniper demands, looking between me and Devlin.

“I was just telling Devlin here that I’m looking forward to teaching him,” I say, gesturing to him.

“Devlin? This is Rami’s son?” Juniper scans him as he tucks his weapons in place. “Did he threaten you, Caz?”

“Do I look threatened, Juniper?”

“No. You look as cool as Luxor snow.” Juniper narrows her eyes at Devlin, and he returns the favor. “I’m going for a drink. Devlin, why don’t you come with me? Allow me to talk some sense into you before my cousin decides to kill you because he’s bored?”

Devlin swings his eyes from her, to Willow, to me. When he focuses on Juniper again, he asks, “Aren’t you the woman who killed all those people at that party in Iron Class?”

“Are you serious?” Juniper groans. “Why can’t anyone let that go? You know it wasn’t just me doing the killing, right?”

“You still killed a fuck ton of our people,” Devlin counters.

“Well, they hit first. I just finished it. Now come. Let’s find your little girlfriend, and all of us can have a truce drink.”

Devlin straightens up, glances at me again, then follows Juniper. “This isn’t over, Harlow.”

“What was that about?” Willow asks when they’re gone.

“The kid just wanted to show me he had balls,” I tell her. “He’ll come around.”

My mate smiles at me and drapes her arms over my shoulders. “It’s been a really nice night,” she murmurs.

“If only it could last, huh?”

She peers over my shoulder, in awe of the gold-lit city and buildings in the distance. “It can for just a little bit longer.”

With a smile, she drops her arms to take one of my hands in hers.

“Come with me.”

TEN

WILLOW

As soon as Caz closes the door of one of the monarch chambers behind him, my back hits the wall and his lips crush mine.

I smile behind the kiss as he fingers at the zipper on the back of my dress.

“I swore I wouldn’t do this until we got back to the manor,” he rasps as I tug at his buttons.

“Fuck it,” I breathe. His mouth presses to my throat, and he sucks and kisses while I blindly wriggle out of my dress.

We breathe raggedly when our lips part, working quickly to remove our clothes and laughing like lovesick idiots in the process.

The room is lit with soothing candlelight and made of velvet and gold silk. The canopied bed calls to me, and Caz glances at it over his shoulder before focusing on me again.

“Never used these rooms before.”

“Never?” I ask, kissing the corner of his lips.

“No. You’re my first.” He looks at me from head to toe. “And my only.”

When I’m down to my panties and bra, he seals the gap between us and picks me up in his arms. I hitch a breath as he palms my ass, then I clasp his face in my hands and kiss him again.

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