Page 18 of Exiled Prince

“I’ll try,” he replies, licking his lips. My lips touch his forehead.

A gentle vow.

Pulling myself away from him, I rush out after my brother.

Shadow.

Focus on Shadow.

And after he’s found, I can give everything I am to my mate.

***

Bane is gone when I make it back home a few hours later. Deciding to go and hunt him down for once, I find myself standing outside the castle gates in Chaos, the Incubus Kingdom capital. I’ve been here once before for an event years ago, but it’s nothing like I remember. The castle is surrounded by mountains as far as the eye can see, and the view is incredible. The weather? Not so much. The sky is gray and gloomy. The air is thick and muggy, almost suffocating.

There are two guards standing at the gate. “Hello, I’m here to see Bane, please.”

The male on the right arches his brow as he gives me a once-over. He has green eyes and hair so blond it’s almost white. “And who might I say is here to see him?”

“Saylor.”

After standing here for ten minutes, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Sliding off my gloves, I stare at the tattoos on my palms. The left one has a key in the middle of it, and the right has a lock. Pressing them together, I close my eyes and picture what I want the guards to see.

In my mind, I’m now in a different realm, one I can completely control and manipulate. I can make anyone see what I want them to see. Other than Bane, apparently.

Once I’ve created and locked in the illusion in my mind, I twist the lock in my palm to the right, locking it in place. Then, I slide the gloves back on. If I don’t lock my made-up reality in place, I could get lost in it. That’s why I always wear the gloves. With the material in between, I can’t accidentally touch my palms and produce fucking mayhem. The only time I don’t need to do this is if the illusion is just me changing myself. That magic comes to me quite naturally.

Leaving an illusion of me waiting patiently at the gate like a good girl, I zip myself into an open window above. Glancing around, it’s clear I’m in a male’s bedroom, but from the scent, I don’t think it’s Bane’s. The bed takes up most of the room, enough to fit at least five people, and is draped in velvet sheets.

“Well, what do we have here?” A deep voice rasps as the bathroom door to the right opens. My head turns to see a male standing there, one with long brown hair and green eyes. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of pants, sitting low on his hips. His abs look like they’ve been sculpted from stone. I don’t know many incubi, but I do know that they recharge their magic through lust and sex, and the sexual vibes this one gives off are something fierce. He gives me a slow once-over, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

I cross my arms over my chest and raise my brows. “I’m looking for Bane.”

“And who are you?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe and studying me, his arms resting on the wood above his head, showing off his ripped biceps.

Yeah, he’s hot.

But he’s not Bane, and I feel nothing.

“Saylor.”

The sexual tension from him dries up like my vagina when a man asks me if I can change into someone else for the night to mix things up.

And yes, I’ve been asked that before.

Multiple times.

He lets go of the frame and comes to stand in front of me. The next words that come out of his mouth take me back. “So you’re his selfish little mate who keeps running away and won’t even feed him.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? The man can’t make himself his own fucking sandwich? He lives in a castle. I’m sure that he is well—”

Fed.

Oh fuck.

Demon.

Blood.

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