Page 36 of Exiled Prince

If Bane ever gives me a hall pass, let’s just say I know who I’d be choosing. And hint—it’s not Rave.

All this sexual tension is happening between Rave and Astrid, all while Bane has his eyes closed as he tries to gain control over his desire to murder Rave.

“Did you have to add that in?” I scowl at Rave, reaching out to rest my hand on his shoulder. “He doesn’t need the fucking details!”

Astrid winces, flashing me a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, Saylor. It’s better to get this out in the open, or Bane will keep trying to go for him.”

“I’m sorry, Bane. I should have told you. I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

Like they are right now.

First, I let Milana go, and now this.

I wonder if Bane is already regretting bonding with me.

“Yes, you should have,” Bane replies in a lethal tone, his irises bleeding from black to amber and black again.

The hail stops, but the winds keep rustling. He’s more in control now but could lose his temper again at any provocation.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past, and to be honest, it wasn’t that fucking good,” I add, shrugging sheepishly. "Not to mention he boned and bailed, leaving me alone and never contacted me again.”

Thunder booms once more.

Yeah, okay. Probably shouldn’t have said that, but I don’t want him to think it meant something because it didn’t. It was just me being horny and finally getting a chance to be a bit naughty away from my brothers’ watchful eyes.

Rave was the hottest male in Rita’s Stomping Ground, the local inn here in the Fae Kingdom, so I fucked him.

End of.

“You’re a stupid fuck, Rave. You couldn’t even treat her properly after taking her virginity? Move aside, Astrid. You’re making him look weak by shielding him. Can’t the Shadow King take on one exiled Demon Prince?”

Astrid steps aside with a deep sigh, and Rave’s shadows burst from his palms, trying to contain Bane.

But Bane is strong, his magic pulsing throughout the room. Lightning continuously strikes the castle, and when the ceiling starts to crumble to the floor, I know Bane is about to bring his raging storm inside, destroying Rave’s castle.

“Bane,” I call out, needing him to calm down.

Soren decides to choose that moment to step into the room, smirking. “Why didn’t you dangle his ass from the roof like you did with me?”

“I’m trying,” Rave snarls through clenched teeth. “But he’s stronger after he bonded.”

Ah, yes, of course.

“You’re dead, Rave.” Bane roars, more of the roof falling.

Pulling off my gloves, I close my eyes and create the illusion of Bane and me alone.

Placing my palms together, I lock the illusion into place.

We aren’t leaving here until we speak with Soren, and Bane needs to calm down.

And then it’s just us.

The others can’t see us.

To them, it would look like we disappeared into thin air.

“What happened?” he asks, turning to face me. He rests his forehead against mine, taking deep breaths.

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