Page 9 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

“Probably. Murmur told them you were staying here last night, but from what I heard, he got an earful from your friend.”

“So do the horns and fangs come out every time the wings do?” I asked, wanting to know more about this man, demon, person in front of me, not really concerned with home anymore.

“No, I can call them all separately. I can also make my fangs a lot longer if I need to.” He retracted his fangs and horns. “You said you saw my eyes glow before. When?”

“A few weeks ago, at the park. I saw you with a bunch of people. I saw your eyes flash, but I thought it was a trick of the light. You probably didn’t notice me running.”

“I noticed you. That’s why my eyes glowed,” Rune said, pressing his forehead to mine.

We stayed like that for a moment. Close enough to taste the breath from his lips while silent, hidden away from the world.

A loud slam came from outside his wings, startling us both. Rune unwrapped his wings to see what it was.

The girl I had seen stab Murmur—I thought they said her name was Sif—had come into the gym.

She stood next to the door, eyes wide, jaw clenched, and sights set like daggers on Rune as she growled out, “What have you done?”

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There Is No Place like Home, No Place like Home

Rune kept his arms around me but his gaze on her. “Calm down, Sif. What I am or am not doing isn’t any of your concern.”

I didn’t know what was going on between these two, but the look I was getting from Sif told me I should not be touching Rune.

I tried to step out of his arms to give him a bit more space, and to get myself out of the line of fire. His arms tightened around me, though, keeping me right where I was.

“You bringthatinto our home and you tell it our secrets, and it’s none of my concern? You’re threatening everything for a piece ofhumanass!”

“Petty jealousy is not a good look on you, Sif.”

“Pussy-whipped is not a good look on you, Rune,” Sif fired back.

“I just want to go home,” I said, trying to stop this extremely tense and uncomfortable moment. “Not trying to get in the middle of any drama or—”

“No one gives a fuck what you want,” Sif bit out.

Well, so much for trying to be the voice of reason.

Rune let me go and pushed me behind him, putting himself in between me and Sif.

“Do not talk to her like that.” The anger in Rune’s voice was palpable.

I rolled my eyes; I didn’t need him to defend me. I just needed him to take me home.

“Is this making you as uncomfortable as it is making me?” Murmur asked, walking up behind me.

I nodded, while Sif and Rune continued to argue.

“Why don’t we go literally anywhere else. Let’s grab a cup of coffee and wait for this”—he motioned towards Sif and Rune—“to do whatever it needs to do to end.”

“You had me at coffee.”

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Murmur led me out of another set of doors, away from Rune and Sif, into another hallway that looked just like the last one. My god, was this place a maze?

“So, tell me more about Sarah?” Murmur asked.

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