Page 58 of Hunted By Her Demon Wolves

“Finish it off,” Cadmus said. “There’s plenty more.”

Her eyes bulged, and she nodded to Damon to drink more and then she finished off the last of it. Turning from Damon, she let out a satisfied belch, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue felt less heavy and the ache in her throat subsided.

“Where did you get the supplies?” she asked Cadmus as she adjusted herself in Damon’s lap while becoming more aware of his stiff protrusion pressing against her hip.

“This is someone’s home.” Cadmus nodded toward an alcove behind him. “It smells like the hell cat.”

“Hell cat?” Damon asked.

“A demon friend of Daeva’s,” Phoenix answered, not wanting to get into too many details.

Damon’s brow furrowed. “Is that where we are? Daeva’s friend’s cavern?”

“Yes,” she answered while releasing a slow breath. She had so much to tell Damon. Where to begin? She craned her neck, squinting at Cadmus. “Do you think Tigress will mind us using her things?” She’d no idea what had happened to Tigress after they’d fought Damon. She kept expecting the demon cat to show up any minute and kick them out.

Cadmus snorted. “I don’t give a troll’s ass what she minds.”

Of course he didn’t. He’d already made his feelings for Tigress known.

“How do you think she got all this stuff?” she asked.

He shrugged. “She must have access to a cupius.”

She gave Damon a funny look. “A what?”

“A wish granter,” he answered.

“Oh, like a djinn?”

He tilted his head, his brow wrinkling. “A djinn?”

She realized the djinns had come after the Vindictus had attacked Atlantia. She explained to them djinns had been the lucky witches who’d escaped the evil coven’s clutches, though their escape had come at a cost—they were bound to their lamps for an eternity, unable to leave unless mortals rubbed their lamps and asked for wishes. Even then, their freedom was only temporary, and they were bound to stay in their lamps until their masters called for them again.

Cadmus served them fish wrapped in thick leaves they used as plates. Damon still refused to let her go, so she ate on his lap, sharing the fish with him. It was seasoned with salt and melted on her tongue in delicious, warm flakes. She was so hungry, she and Damon shared five fillets without talking, and she almost forgot about his very hard member pressing against her. Almost. The three of them shared another jug of juice. She could’ve devoured an entire jug to herself. The second jug tasted fresher, sweeter.

After they finished passing around the jug, Damon burped into his fist. “Is someone going to tell me what happened?”

Cadmus leaned back on his hands, eyeing his brother. “You were turned into a zombie.”

Damon’s jaw dropped as he gaped at his brother.

“Bennu healed you,” Cadmus continued. “She healed me, too.” He gave Phoenix a long, dark look. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

She winced when she remembered blasting him with magic after he’d been turned into a zombie again. If she hadn’t knocked him on his ass, he would’ve overcome her. Then what?

“Don’t blame yourself,” she said. “You were poisoned.”

He dragged a hand through his hair, frowning. “You don’t know how hard I fought it.”

“Who did this?” Damon asked. “The Vindictus?”

“No,” she said. “The Vindictus are no more.”

He corked the jug of juice and set it down beside him. “Then our aunt defeated them.”

Phoenix grimaced. “Not exactly.”

Cadmus sat up straight, back and shoulders stiff. “Brace yourself, brother, for what she’s about to tell you.”

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