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“Be gone, vile demon…” my words were halted and lacked vigour as my eyes fell closed and he breathed against my lips. I was beginning to behave as foolishly as Imani. I’d seen it didn’t work. These words meant absolutely nothing to him. Why in the hell did I think the words from me would be any different?
I was so screwed.
6
ASMODEUS
Abookstore in this realm would lead me nowhere. As much as it pained me, demons often came to this place. Why wouldn’t they? Mortal beings were so easy to manipulate. They were clay easily moulded in any hands that would hold them.
I spent a good chunk of the night reading the book cover to cover and came up empty. There were no hints as to who was behind my current predicament. No clues that would lead me to the throat I wanted to squeeze until I felt the bones crush under the pressure of my hands.
Returning to the house of the woman I was married to was the only thing I could do. My portals would do nothing to bring me home. I was as bound to this realm as I was to the woman who threatened to stab me with her little toy.
How vexing.
Anger burnt through me as I waited for these mortal women to wake so I could listen in and see if they would lead me toward something that could undo everything. That could cut the ties between me and the woman who now stood before me with her eyes closed and her breath hitched.
All she offered me was a bookstore. Less than nothing, really.
Frustration mounted inside me. The only thing more annoying than knowing there was no way I could trace the book back to its origins was this infernal aching in my chest. The one that made me want to reach out and caress all the flesh left bare on the woman before me.
She unlocked the cursed box.
A growl rumbled through my chest.
What was I to do now? Just let my soul forever be tied to this mortal woman?
Blasted book!
I felt trapped in a way I never had before, and it made me anxious to escape my very flesh if it meant freedom.
Her heart was a rhythm in her chest I couldn’t ignore. Erratic, like that of something cornered and caught. In a way, she was. There would be no escape for either of us now. Not without knowing who wrote the book. Her chin wrinkled and her lip quivered as she uttered the irritating phrase her friend had yelled at me. As though she had the power in her feeble body to command me to do anything.
“Be gone, vile demon…” The words from her lips made me smile — that annoyed me too.
Everything about this existence annoyed me. Just who did she think she was, standing before me and making me smile like some new being who hadn’t the sense to know just how screwed I was?
“Fuck,” I muttered a curse I had heard in this realm from the lips of the very being who stood before me now.
“The box…” She made a show of clearing her throat before she pushed her thick waves behind her ear. “Was that…”
“My heart?” My grin was the thing that bred nightmares, and I didn’t hold back as I flashed it at her. I might have abandoned my demonic flesh so she would stop staring at me like some feeble thing unable to think in my very presence, but what I was couldn’t be so cleverly hidden away. My smile was a lecherous thing that hinted at the bowels of darkness I called home.
She stammered.
“Yes. A gift given to a demon’s wife.”
Her eyes widened as she tried to step away. As though she had the strength to accomplish such a task. “Wife?” She could barely breathe the word.
“You belong to me now, down to the blood rushing through your veins.” If only it were that simple. I wouldn’t detest the binding so much if it were she who belonged to me. If I were the one who could command her to my whims. It was better to leave the truth hidden. I wasn’t entirely sure what she would do with it.
“Wife?” she shrieked.
I winced at the sound.
The one who had bravery enough to break a chair over my back slid into the hallway. Her socks carried her too far, her shoulder hitting the wall as she held a pan over her head. Brandishing yet another weapon, she snarled. “Eden?”
So that was the name of my wife. Eden. I turned her name over in my head. It suited her. She whispered promises of a paradise.
