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“Yeah. For fuck’s sake, you were the first to–”

Before he could finish I lunged forward again, grabbing his shirt, and spinning, using my hips to toss him across the room. He hit the floor, his skull bouncing on the ground as he did. Rushing toward him, I tried to bring a foot down to stomp his head, but he managed to roll away and leap to his feet, attacking me again.

The two of us clashed, our blows echoing through the room as we traded punches and insults. “You got her mouth first,” he said, slamming me into the wall. “And her first blood. Stop being such a hypocrite.”

I countered with a brutal kick, sending him sprawling. “You knew I wanted that, and you took it anyway.”

Neither of us gained the upper hand; our strength and skills were too evenly matched. After several minutes, we both collapsed onto the floor, panting. I sat up, wiping sweat from my brow. “This is pointless,” I said. “We’re wasting energy fighting each other.”

Levi chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “Agreed. Truce?”

This was a bad idea. A truce was almost guaranteed to go sideways. “Just for the night.”

Levi grinned, already scheming. “So, what’s the plan? We need to show her what she’s missing down here.”

My earlier anger faded as an idea took shape. “There’s a ball tonight. We’ll take her to it. Let her see thefinerside of Hell.”

Levi raised a brow. “What about Lucifer? You know he would hate us bringing her here.”

I waved him off dismissively. “Lucifer never attends the balls. He’ll never know.”

What Lucifer didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And even if he did find out, I could handle his wrath. The fun we’d have with Evelyn was worth the risk.

Levi chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re playing a dangerous game. But count me in. This should be fun.”

We shared a brief knowing look before he vanished to make his own preparations. So many possibilities. I would need the perfect outfit, something that would showcase my power and dominance. And Evelyn... I would ensure she was dressed to impress, a temptress that would make every demon in the room envious.

As I considered the evening ahead, a flicker of anticipation coursed through me. This ball would be a turning point, a chance to draw Evelyn further into our world, to bind her to me in ways she couldn’t even imagine.

A single thought lingered, a possessive growl that echoed through my very being: She’s mine. No one else gets to claim her. Not Levi, not Ian, not even Lucifer himself. Evelyn belonged to me, and I would make sure everyone knew it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

EVELYN

The evening was quiet.I sat cross-legged on my bed, the warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the pages of my book. A peaceful silence punctuated only by the gentle turning of the pages. It was nice to have nothing to do. Nothing to think about. So much had happened recently, and I wanted to zone out, and not let my thoughts drift to the awful, yet strangely pleasurable things that I’d done.

At least my cycle had ended early and I wasn’t cramping any more.

Halfway through my spiritual self-help tome, my attention was drawn to the corner of the room by a subtle movement. I looked up sharply from my book and my breath caught in my chest as Aziz and Levi materialized out of the shadows, their demonic bodies shimmering with faint, otherworldly light. Instinctive fear made my body tense, and I clutched the book to my chest as a shield, its paper cover thin and inadequate in my shaking hands. “What are you two doing here?”

Aziz grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re dreaming.”

“This isn’t anything like a dream,” I said, squinting at him, my brow furrowed in disbelief.

Levi crossed his arms, smirking. “Yeah, she’s not buying it,” he said lazily. “Your turn, Aziz.”

Aziz sighed theatrically. “Fine.” He raised his hand and a wave of shimmering, golden energy flowed from his palm, engulfing me. The magic wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Reality blurred. My tense shoulders relaxed and my grip on the book loosened, the cover slipping through my slack fingers and thudding to the ground.

“There,” Aziz said. “Now you’ll believe us.”

He wasn’t wrong. Suddenly the idea of romping around a dream with them sounded like a great way to spend the evening. Had I been nervous before? Odd.

A large, ornate door suddenly appeared against the wall of my bedroom, the edges glowing faintly with crimson light. I stared at it in disbelief, a thrill running through me.

“Where does that go?” I asked in awe.

Levi offered his hand to me. “You’ll see. Trust us.”

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