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“World domination?”
“That’s probably the kind of thing Coltrane would say.” He grabbed a knife from the butcher block to cut his sandwich and then reluctantly handed it to me. “She pretends to tolerate all nightworlders, but she’s one of the least accepting ravens I’ve ever met.”
My eyebrows slammed together. “She’s a good leader. Demons killed her family, so maybe she’s a little less trusting.”
“And a demon killed your friends, but you don’t seem to have the same hatred flowing through your veins.”
Ice spilled over my back, and my fingers curled around the knife’s handle. “Don’t bring that up again.”
Ruin’s attention dropped to my firm grip on the kitchen knife that could easily become a weapon. “Maybe we should change the subject.” He gingerly reached forward and pried my fingers off. “I should probably warn Fane that Venna is looking for him. Anything you want me to tell him?”
“You can tell him to rot in hell.” My insides grew hot as my rage intensified. “You really went from that topic tohim?” Did the demon lord have no common sense?
He placed the knife in the sink and then searched the cabinets again. “Don’t worry. Fane will be fine.”
I scoffed. “I’m not worried about him. I hope they torture him.”
A smile tipped the edges of Ruin’s lips. “Sure.”
I ignored his stare and marched to the fridge to find something to drink. A carton of lemonade instantly caught my eye, but my hand froze in front of it.Son of a bitch. I only liked lemonade because of this stupid link to Fane. So instead, I snatched the jug of fruit juice.
Ruin leaned on the counter where he placed two glasses. “Are you still mad at him?”
“Mad would be an understatement.” I poured the scarlet juice into the two glasses.
Footsteps hit the kitchen floor as Perry—one of the demons that helped Fane blow up Karn’s mansion—entered with a huff. “Why are you ignoring my phone calls?”
The high demon dressed in threadbare jeans and a vintage band t-shirt but still managed to look like a freaking model even with the piercings spotting one ear and the hoop hanging from his septum. His sharp jaw, piercing blue eyes, and expertly tousled hair probably did a fantastic job of luring in victims.
“I prefer her company over yours.” Ruin tilted his head toward me.
Perry dragged his fingers through his silver hair. “Well, it’s not me you’re blowing off. You’re supposed to meet with Barric Hartwell in less than five minutes.”
“Why are you meeting with the head alpha of Georgia?” Ruin handled all nightworlders in Savannah except for the shifters who fell under Barric’s rule.
“Barric probably wants to blame me for whatever bad or unlucky thing that has befallen any shifters under his rule.” Ruin unleashed a beaming smile that was way too friendly for my liking. “He can wait. I’m having a snack with Tate.”
“I’d rather hang out with her than that psycho.” Perry licked his lips and winked. “But you know how much he hates being ignored.”
“Exactly.” Ruin lifted his sandwich. “Just let him know I was caught up with something, and I’m on my way.”
Perry groaned as he walked out of the room. “You owe me for this, Ruin.”
“I know,” he called out and then returned his attention to me. “Back to Fane.”
I shoved my plate away. “I’m not talking about that prick.”
“What’s going on between the two of you?” He slid down the island toward me, pushing his plate and glass of juice.
“Nothing.”
He scoffed. “That was not nothing in the cemetery. And he really didn’t want to give you up.”
I absentmindedly touched the tattoo on my neck. “Well, he did.”
“You two developed a bond, didn’t you? Something more than a usual shifter bite.”
My head shot up. “Uh, no. Why would you say that?”
