Page 59 of Desired By her Alien Prince

The moment the Tainted left, Seth glared at Behlial. "Now talk."

Behlial's self-assured glee was back. "I will give you the coordinates to the rendezvous point where we are to drop off the Tainted and Daemons."

"Which Daemons?" I wanted to know. As far as I was concerned, I didn't see any volunteers lining up for this kind of mission.

Behlial grinned demonically. "Why do you think we need fifteen hundred guards aboard this ship?"

When none of us said a word, because we had to absorb his statement first, he continued, "Nobles and guards die on Adama and during the styx, unfortunately, a few more vanish." I was sure he would have made a dismissive wave with his hands had they not been bound. "Nobody cares."

"How many?" Seth pressed again.

"As many Tainted as have been born on this styx, as well as some of the servants and a thousand guards."

"And nobody ever questioned you returning with such low numbers?" I shouted.

Behlial didn't respond, and I recalled an incident where he killed a guard for screaming too loud in pain after being struck by a mortferrym blade. Behlial's true evil was even greater than I had thought.

"Every so often, the Nayphyllym become greedier and demand more the next time." Behlial added with a sideways glance at Asmodeus.

"What about us?" Demogorgon demanded.

Behlial laughed at that. "That was for my entertainment. It's a long journey."

It took Seth, Grigori, Marduk, and the other two princes to hold Demogorgon back as he was about to slam his fist into Behlial.

"And what an entertainment it was," Behlial taunted, not caring that the other males barely held Demogorgon back from killing him.

AfterBehlial'slastrevelation,Seth broke the meeting and ordered the erstwhile King of Darkness back to his cell, assuring us that he had no intentions of leaving Behlial free to roam Elysian. He had promised to return him there alive, but he hadn't promised not to have him imprisoned, which gave everybody some assurance.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked Azazel when we returned to our chamber.

"We will need to have another meeting, but knowing my brother, I assume he will want to go to the place where Behlial was supposed to drop off the Daemons and see if we can have a chat with the Nayphyllym."

"Do you think that's wise?" I cautioned.

He regarded me shrewdly before he massaged the back of his head, shaking it. "I don't know. We'll need to talk about it and interrogate Behlial a little more about what to expect there. I don't think Seth has any intention of surrendering more Daemons or us to them."

I bit my lip to suppress my many objections, but Azazel was right, we needed to think about it, interrogate Behlial, and then have another meeting.

"As long as we are together," I said, and he immediately wrapped me in his arms.

"All will be well, karamia," he soothed.

I no longer had any objections to him calling me that since we were making new memories, and I didn't dwell on the old ones any longer, which were becoming foggier with every passing day.

It still hurt when I faintly remembered him dying in our past lives, but that too was beginning to fade, and I hoped all memory of our past tribulations would be gone for good in a few years. Replaced by love and happiness.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear.

"I love you too." I rose on my tiptoes to kiss him and that was all the invitation he needed to scoop me up and carry me to our bed.

"You look so delicious right there," he rasped as he knelt by my side, staring at me splayed out on the mattress.

His claws, barely touching me, brushed over the fabric of my dress, making my nipples pebble as he traced the outline of first one breast and then the other.

Today I had chosen a dress with a deep V cut down the center, reaching all the way down to my belly button, and I was glad for it as he gently pushed the fabric to the side.

"So beautiful," he mumbled, tracing the flesh he was slowly exposing with his dulled claws.

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