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“Ada,” he says again, my name a plea, a prayer. I move, slowly at first, testing the rhythm, finding the angle that makes both of us gasp. His hands tighten on me, fingers digging into my skin as I start to ride him in earnest.

The intensity builds with every movement, every thrust, every brush of his body against mine. His lips find my neck, his teeth scraping lightly against my skin as he growls, low and deep in his chest. I can feel the tension coiling in him, the way his body tenses beneath me, and it only drives me harder, faster.

“Let go,” I whisper, my voice breaking as my own climax threatens to take me under. He does, his hips bucking up into me as he finds his release, his grip on me tightening almost painfully. My own pleasure crashes over me a moment later, sharp and overwhelming, leaving me trembling in his arms.

And for the first time in years, I know peace.

14

DEZOTH

The knock on my study door comes just as I finish sharpening my blade. The familiar rhythm tells me it’s Rolfo before I even call out. “Enter.”

He steps inside, his silver eyes scanning the room like he’s searching for shadows. Rolfo’s the kind of man who always looks like he’s halfway into a fight, even when he’s lounging in a chair. His jaw’s set, and there’s a tension in his shoulders that doesn’t belong in a casual visit.

“You look like shit,” I say, leaning back in my chair, the blade resting across my lap.

“Feels like it.” He shuts the door behind him, his movements deliberate. “The disappearances are increasing. I got a report about two missing kids last night, both under ten."

I tighten my grip on the hilt of the blade, the leather creaking under my fingers. “Where?”

“North quarter. Near the old market. No witnesses, no traces. Clean work, but not the kind I like.” His voice drops, like he’s afraid the walls might hear. “We’re running out of time, Dez. Whoever’s behind this, they’re moving faster and soon, there will be no kids left to protect.”

I shake my head. "Maybe we need to send out a mandated curfew. Increase patrols at night. Just until we know who it is." It's a shock the city isn't in an uproar.

They would be if it were full-blooded demon children. That sends an ache through me thinking that.

"Maybe we need to send guards to check each house and inform anyone with a mixed-blood child."

I don't want to scare them but he might be right.

I already know what he’s going to say next before he says it. Rolfo’s got that look, the one that means he’s about to tell me something I don’t want to hear.

“You need to tell Ada.”

I push away from the desk, the chair scraping against the stone floor. “I can't, Rolfo. She doesn’t need to know about this shit.” I just got her to calm down, to stop feeling like she has to run.

“She’s smart. If she doesn’t hear it from you, she could hear it from someone else. Or worse, she’ll figure it out on her own - the hard way. You really want her taking Rose somewhere because she doesn’t know the danger?”

He’s right, and I hate him for it. My chest tightens, the weight of it pressing down harder than any blade ever could. Rose - sweet, curious Rose with her violet eyes and honey curls - doesn’t deserve this. But Rolfo’s not wrong. Ignorance won’t protect her. Not in this city. Not with what’s happening.

“Fine. I’ll tell her.”

Even if I can't stand to put that weight on Ada, I will do anything to keep them both safe.

Rolfo nods, his expression softening just a fraction. “Good. She trusts you. She’ll listen.”

“It shouldn't matter. We'll stop it before it gets that far.” I stand, the blade in my hand catching the light. “Becauseif anything happens to her, there won’t be enough of these bastards left to bury.”

Rolfo leaves and I head down the hall to where I hear Rose's voice. I stand in the doorway of the dining room, watching Ada set out the plates with practiced grace. She looks so beautiful. I've barely been able to think of anything but what she tastes like, what she looks like on top of me.

I knew I was growing attached, that I wanted her to let me in. But now that she is, I can hardly keep myself away from her. It's a delicate balance, one I'm trying not to disturb.

Rose bounces in her chair, her tiny legs swinging back and forth as she clutches a piece of paper to her chest. "Cappy Dez!" Rose's violet eyes light up when she spots me. "I made something for you at lessons today!"

My throat tightens at the nickname. Ada looked so nervous when Rose first called me that, but I love it. It's endearing.

I move to my seat, forcing my face to remain neutral despite the growing unease in my gut. I don't want to upset Ada, not when she seems so shy around me now. It's been a few days, and every time I get her alone, I find reasons to touch her. She doesn't pull away, but she flushes, and I know that I don't need to push her just yet.

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