Page 47 of Touched By Darkness

When it comes to others, he’s as ruthless as his father.

“What are you talking about?” Ronan chimes in from the opposite couch, where he sits with a girl on his lap.

Alaric, sprawled on the floor with his arm slung over his eyes, pays us no attention.

“I befriended her like you asked.”

Daemon straightens, but before he can say a word, Ronan laughs. “How did you pull that off? You don’t have a kind bone in your body. I’ve only ever seen you sneer at other girls.”

“I can be nice when I need to, dickhead.”

“And?” Daemon drawls, his legs spread obnoxiously wide. “What did you find out?”

My wings flex behind me as I walk up to Daemon’s armchair and sit down on the armrest. “She thinks she was almost attacked in the library. Apparently, a robed man with a knife chased her.”

Daemon stares at my face for an unnervingly long time. It’s nothing new. He rarely talks without first dissecting you to pieces. “A robed man chased her with a knife?”

“That’s what she claimed.”

“Probably someone playing a prank on the new girl,” Alaric says, his arm still slung over his eyes.

“No one messes with newbies without my permission.” Daemon’s voice is deep and drawn out. He likes to be in control, and the academy is his kingdom. Crossing him results in serious consequences.

“She also wouldn’t give me a straight answer when I asked her if she’s your enemy.”

“Gutsy,” chuckles Ronan.

“So, when are you braiding each other’s hair?” Alaric taunts, and I flip him off.

Not that he can see when his arm covers his eyes.

“The thought makes me hard.” Ronan’s smile is too wide. I’d love nothing more than to punch it off his face.

Instead, I slide my fingers through Daemon’s silky hair. “I don’t trust her.”

“You don’t trust anyone,” he points out in that smoky voice of his before pulling me onto his lap and spreading me open, his fingers digging into my hips.

“She lives with your uncle.”

“I can handle the old man.”

“She’s probably fucking Dmitriy.”

“I have a bigger cock. She won’t be thinking of that loser when I tear into her cunt and stuff it with my cum.”

Ronan’s amused laughter drifts over to us. “I didn’t realize you were so familiar with your cousin’s anatomy.”

“We shared a girl once.”

“Nothing beats a bit of family bonding,” Ronan quips.

Daemon’s shoulders rise and fall in a lazy shrug. “It was Uncle’s birthday. You know my father still insists we celebrate together despite their millennia-long rift. Blood runs thicker than water.”

Alaric snorts. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Invite her into the fold,” Daemon says to me, and I rear back.

“Why the fuck would I do that? Charity isn’t my forte.”

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