Page 78 of Spookily Yours

“What do you mean?” He raised a dark eyebrow.

I squinted my eyes. “Isn’t this form of yours some sort of glamor? To look like a human?” If so, he’d accomplished it. The only feature on him that wasn’t human-like were those piercing red eyes.

“What are you expecting?” He scoffed. “Cat ears? A tail?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. You don’t have horns?” I poked at his forehead, where his dark black hair rested.

He laughed. “No. My dad does, but my mom was a regular shifter. I got her features.” Damien wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling our bodies against each other’s. “Why? Do you like the horns, baby?”

I shook my head, sliding a hand against the side of his face. “I like you just the way you are.”

But I’m not saying no to the cat ears, either.

He laughed, brushing his lips over my pulse point, the tip of his tooth brushing over my skin. “You’re cute.”

Taking another sip of my wine, I couldn’t help my smile.

“Look!” I exclaimed suddenly, catching a blur of white in the corner of my eye. “They’re here.”

The ballroom practically came to a standstill as Zain came to the top of the stairs, my sister standing at his side. The demon holding my sister’s hand was not what I expected when I thought of Damien’s brother.

Damien and him looked almost identical with their jet black hair, sharp nose, and chiseled jawline, but there was a distinct difference in his presence.

Zain was less rugged, and more…Princely. His whole demeanor screamed royalty. He was handsome, perfectly polished, and just as tall as my demon, but in the place of Damien’s blood-red eyes sat two golden ones. They were almost piercing, and though I’d always thought of gold as a warm color, his gaze felt cold.

Until it fell upon my sister, and I saw some of that cold facade melting away.

Huh.

“Now presenting, the Crown Prince and his fiancée, our Princess-to-be. Prince Zain and Lady Luna!” The room erupted into cheers as the demon finished his proclamation, stepping back into the shadows.

Luna, at his side, was wearing a ballgown that looked like hundreds of tiny stars interwoven together, and every time she caught the light, she sparkled. It was gorgeous—she was impossible to take your eyes off of. When you combined it with the tiara of crystals sitting on her head, she looked every bit the title she was about to undertake.

Princess of the Demons.I shook my head. I still had no idea what she was thinking.

They glided down the stairs, heading towards the front of the ballroom together.

Finishing my flute of wine, I turned to Damien, ready to go talk to Luna, but a voice interrupted me.

“Who’s this pretty little thing you have with you, Damien?”

My demon stiffened, his arm coming around my front. Guarding me against whatever danger he thought this male posed.

Could other demons sense a mating bond? Ours was still so new—precious, precariously settled between us. And how had I not realized it sooner? Now that I knew, it was so obvious.

With my magic, I could see the gold threads that intertwined between us. There was no doubt in my mind that they’d grow stronger—thicker—with time.

The demon gave him an evil grin, one that instantly made my stomach drop. “Did you bring us a new plaything,Prince?”He said the last word with a sneer. Unlike Damien, who appeared mostly human, this demon wore his true form—horns curving up his forehead, and a sickly gray pallor to his skin.

My jaw dropped. Even though Damien had told me about how he did Zain’s bidding, I couldn’t believe people talked about him like this.

“How dare you—” I started, but my demon tugged me tighter against him. This demon should have been terrifying, and yet—I felt perfectly safe. Because I knew he would protect me.

Damien growled, practically guarding me with his body. “She’smine.” His lips curled up over his teeth, and I could see the exposed fangs there. “No one else will ever touch her except me.” You could hear the snarl in his voice. “And if anyone tries, they’ll find out exactly how it feels to really be inHell.”His red eyes were smoldering, like fire inside his irises as he turned back to me.

The other demon backed away slightly, holding up his hands in surrender.

I frowned, tugging at his jacket to bring his face into view. “Why do they talk to you like that? You’re a prince too.”

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