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I had never been scared of Legion before. The pride demon was usually restrained. Careful. The Legion under me was none of those things. His eyes darted, his lips muttering as if caught in a dream.

I shouldn’t have let Arlo go. I reached out for my shadow, but even he couldn’t help me. I didn’t know why, but it was as if shadow didn’t recognize that Legion was a separate person. He pulled me down to the floor. His weight was too much. I felt his hands wrap around my throat.

I called his name.

Nothing.

With gritted teeth, I tried to pull away.

And then he kissed me.

Chapter Twelve

When his lips touched mine, I felt like I was falling through the sky. Tumbling through the clouds as the ground raced toward me.

It was so vivid and real that it took a moment to realize that I was hallucinating.

Feathers falling around me, a blue sky. Fire. Burning. Ice. Cold.

I slammed back into my body as Legion’s tongue sought entrance to my mouth. I bit down. Hard.

I tried to buck him off, but it was like being trapped under an SUV. I was strong, but he was a demon.

There was a moment when I was scared that Legion would go further. That moment stretched for an eternity before Legion was ripped from my body, crashing into the infirmary walls and upending medical equipment.

I lay on the cold floor and closed my eyes. Feeling the tears roll down from my closed lids and down my hairline.

No.

No.

No.

Not Legion. Not him.

Ilikedhim. He might have been a strict, no-nonsense alpha-hole that had never heard of ‘teamwork,’ but he wasn’t evil. He didn’t deserve what was going to happen to him.

Would he kill me? Tear me apart in his obsession?

I hadn’t seen what had stopped Legion in his moment of madness, and it took more strength than I possessed to open my eyes and follow the crashing sounds.

Legion lay prone on the floor. Knocked out.

Something stood over him, not a man, but a behemoth. A demon with horns curved like a ram’s and skin as red as blood. His back was coated in scars and blackened skin that had healed in a jagged and ugly way.

If the devil was real, and I suspected he was, the demon in front of me could have claimed the title.

The red-skinned demon looked over his shoulder, catching my eyes. His teeth were too big to form more than a grunt, but I watched as the enormous creature shrunk. His dark-as-night hair lightened before my eyes, the ram's horns folding into his skull and his skin turning milk white, the red dissolving like ink in water.

Arlo stood in the center of the chaos from seven feet to under six. His chest was heaving, free of the scars that had marked his demon form. “Lexi?” He whispered. “Can you move?”

I inhaled, closing my eyes as another wave of tears threatened to pull me under. I was uninjured, but it was too much. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Legion enslaved by my curse. If he didn’t kill me.

“I’m okay.” My voice was thick with tears.

“He didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m okay,” I repeated, keeping my eyes closed.

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