Page 21 of Fallen Angels

“I want to know who has had you,” he says.

“Had me?” I repeat.

“Dragan or Cambion?” he explains. “You told me one of them has had you. I wish to know which one.”

“Why?” I demand.

“Call it curiosity,” he answers as I down a bite of potato with a swig of something bitter that makes my cheeks hollow.

Variant chuckles as he fills my glass with white wine and hands it to me. “Most my female guests enjoy this wine as it’s quite sweet.”

“You’ve had many female guests?” I ask, saying the words without thinking about them.

He leans back again and studies me with a smile. “Is that jealousy I detect?”

“No,” I answer quickly, too quickly.

He’s quiet for a moment but then nods. “As the one, true, King, you can imagine I have my choice of women.”

“I would imagine such is the case, yes,” I respond as I take a large bite of buttered bread and nearly lose myself to the flavor.

“Just this morning, two women shared my bed,” he responds. “I took turns inside each of them.”

I face the wall again, as the bite of bread sticks in my throat which suddenly feels dry. I reach forward and take a few swigs of the wine as heat burns my cheeks. Variant is an incredibly sexual man and as much as I hate to admit it, he has an effect on me—on the Succubus. And it’s an effect I hate.

“Well played, Eilish,” he says suddenly, chuckling.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, clearly lost.

“You changed the subject quite expertly.”

“It wasn’t my intention,” I admit.

“Dragan or Cambion, who was it?” he says, the smile dropping off his face.

“Dragan.”

He nods as if he isn’t surprised. “I had placed my bet on Dragan. The gargoyle has never been able to turn down a pretty face or body.”

I don’t like thinking of Dragan in such a way—that he’s basically incapable of denying an attractive woman. Because he’s done a damn good job of denying me lately…

“Was he rough with you or was he loving?” Variant continues.

I face him in surprise at his question. “I… I don’t want to answer that question.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“No,” I answer immediately.

“Hmm,” he responds and I’m not able to read his expression.

“Would you like to know a secret?” he continues.

“I… I don’t know.”

He cocks his head to the side. “I’d like to tell you but only if you look at me.”

“I don’t like looking at you,” I answer and make no motion to turn to face him.

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