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Fury rose in me. I was tired of being called trouble when I was just standing up for myself.

“You didn’t think I was difficult a moment ago,” I said.

He sneered. “A moment ago, you threw yourself at me.”

“Fine,” I said, stomping down the hallway. “This was a mistake. It didn’t work. Thanks for showing me how sex works, Sam.”

“You don’t even know the first thing about sex, you little virgin!” he called down the hall.

I whirled to face him. “Yeah, but maybe I will soon.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he called back. “You touch Zadis, and I swear he’s dead.”

“You don’t get to tell me who to have sex with,” I said, utterly frustrated.

“You’re mine!” he shouted back. “When and if you get your collar off, do whatever you want. Regardless, I’m not stopping you. I’m just telling you the consequences. As always, you will do what you like. But if you want to avoid bloodshed, avoid that fae, and do as I tell you in general.”

“Ugh!” I slammed the door behind me. So like a man to act different until he started trying to own you like everyone else.

It’s not exactly the same, my inner demon said.

Oh yeah? How so?I asked myself.

He told you he was possessive.

He can be possessive when he has a lover,I thought back.If he wanted terms, he should have said them before we did what we did.

We both got what we wanted.

I heard nothing more, perhaps because it already felt so weird talking to myself.

I opened one of my books and flopped onto my back, not looking forward to waking up the next morning and seeing Sam again.

But at least we’d be out together, and I wouldn’t be here ruminating about what we’d done together.

Do you actually like Zadis?My inner demon asked.

I didn’t. I didn’t even know him. But I couldn’t help being rebellious. There seemed to be nothing wrong with him. I wasn’t going to flirt with him to provoke Sam.

But if he was kind, I wasn’t going to avoid him either.

If I was going to survive as a demon’s pet, I needed all the allies I could get in this new world.

23

The next morning, Griffin showed up wearing red fae clothing, a grimace on his face. Pink embroidered swirls covered the long tunic and pants, plus red boots.

I smothered a grin at his discomfort. “Sleep well?”

Os pushed in front of Griffin before he could answer. His light-purple eyes looked like freshly bloomed lilacs in the morning light. The morning air was crisp and cool. “Where’s Sam? We need to get started. The creature is causing problems.”

“Don’t we still have interviews to do?” I asked. “Sam! They’re here!”

A tired-looking Sam showed himself, dressed in the ninja-esque black outfit he’d worn in the jail, complete with spiky boots and chains across the front.

His executioner outfit?

“Don’t we still have interviews to do?” I asked.

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