Page 120 of Twisted Sins

She opened her eyes to see the demon kneeling next to her. His face was covered in ash, with three horizontal lines on his forehead. His shoulder-length hair was damp. He was dressed as the Kabali clan leader with elaborate accessories.

A jolt hit her as she realized he was about to leave for the clan meeting in the holy land.

She had overslept.

Or rather, the demon kept her awake all night, and she couldn’t wake up early like she planned to.

Holding the thick blanket, she sat up hurriedly.

She realized he was watching her with a thunderous frown.

“Who did this?” he growled, running his finger gently over her upper arm.

He was looking at the injury she had sustained during the fight with Chaya Tadvi. The previous night, in the dark, it wasn't clearly visible. But now, the sunlight brought attention to the angry red welt on her skin.

“It’s just a scratch,” she said dismissively. “It doesn’t hurt, and I don’t remember how I got it.”

She didn’t want to tell him about the north-clan heiress breaking the rules and attacking her with a weapon. She sensed that the demon wouldn’t take kindly to the fact and would go ballistic and retaliate, risking the relations between the clans.

The demon was possessive and protective.

The realization made her stomach feel warm and fluttery.

“Give me five minutes,” she said. “I’ll get ready and come with you. My brothers won’t attack or let others attack if I’m there. I can—”

“No.”

She was shocked that she couldn’t soften him despite their passionate night.

“But I kept my promise last night!”

His mouth twisted. “Yes, you kept your promise last night. And my mind was truly blown.”

Her face flushed as she recalled his primal roar when she took him into her mouth.

“But you will stay here until I return,” he commanded.

She was pissed that the demon was being a hard-headed ass.

“How do you know you’ll return?” she demanded. “My brothers might take off your damn head!”

His grey eyes didn’t turn cold or angry. There was amusement.

“Are you worried about me, wife?” he asked, cupping her chin in his hand.

She gritted her teeth. “You are a savage demon. It will be good riddance!”

His mouth twisted, and he got up. Collecting a large leather folder and picking up his spear, he left the tent.

She sat on the bedding for several moments, feeling angry, helpless, and sick with worry that she couldn’t convince the demon to take her along.

What if he thinks that last night was simply an act? And that I want him hurt?

She hated that the demon wouldn’t listen. But she didn’t hate him. And she hadn’t meant any of the words that she flung at him in anger.

Sucking in a breath, she quickly got up. Then, wrapping the thick blanket around her, she stepped out of the tent and ran to the encampment.

The Kabali men were seated on the horses. The demon was in the front, giving instructions. He turned and saw her running towards him.

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