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And my eyes snag onhimagain.
Tall, even for a demon. Ash-gray skin that somehow looks smoother than the others', less like stone and more like polished metal. His midnight-black hair is pulled back, emphasizing the elegant sweep of horns that curl upward from his temples. But it's his eyes that catch me—red-gold, intense, and fixed directly on me.
We've danced, we've drank, and no matter what, his eyes follow me. It's started to grate under my skin.
“Excuse me for just one moment, captain. It seems there’s something I need to take care of,” I say apologetically with a curtsy. The captain nods, disappointment flashing across his features, but thankfully he lets me go.
Without a backward glance, I stride toward the table the male has been sitting at, that flare of frustration beginning to burn hotter and brighter behind my ribs. Just who does this male think he is, to ogle me in such a public setting?
The demon watches my approach, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. The sight only makes me angrier, and I ache to wipe that smug expression off of his face.
"Well? Is this what you wanted?" I demand as I come to a stop in front of him, placing my hands on my hips. The male says nothing, though I could've sworn the smirk on his face grew just a touch.
"You've been staring at me all night," I snap. "What is it that you want? Did you just want my attention?"
The slight smirk on the demon's face turns into a fully-fledged grin at my question, but he still doesn't respond. His eyes sweep down me slowly, assessing me in a way that makes liquid heat pool in my belly, before his eyes return to mine.
I stare at him expectantly, waiting for his response, but the damned male doesn't say a thing. Instead, he stands, drawing himself up to his full height, and it's only then that I realize just how trulymassivehe is compared to me.
The demon glares down at me, an infuriating smirk still twisting his full lips, before he turns on his heel and begins to walk away.
A sudden burst of rage fills me as he turns his back on me. Howdarehe? I deserve to at least receive a reason for why he's gone out of his way to ruin a perfectly good night!
"Hey!" I shout. Before I realize what I'm doing, I've grabbed the demon's admittedly muscled arm, stopping him where he stands. The demon turns his head dangerously slowly, giving me a glimpse of his strong profile.
"I'm talking to you! What in theworldis your problem?"
His eyes flicker to where my fingers curl around his bicep, then back to my face. The muscle beneath my hand tenses, but he makes no move to break my grip.
"My problem?" His voice is deep, richer than I expected, with a rough edge that feels like velvet over gravel. "You're the one who stormed across the room to confront a stranger."
I release his arm like it's burned me. "After you spent half the night staring holes through me."
"Maybe I like what I see." His gaze doesn't waver, and neither does that infuriating half-smile.
"I'm not available for acquisition." I cross my arms over my chest. "So you can find someone else to mentally undress."
He laughs then—a genuine sound that transforms his face from merely handsome to breathtaking. "Is that what you think I was doing?"
"Isn't it what all of you do?"
"All of us?" Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You've met every demon in existence, have you?"
I lift my chin. "I've met enough."
"Clearly not the right ones." He takes a step closer, invading my space without touching me. "I wasn't mentally undressing you, Trinity."
The sound of my name on his lips sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. "How do you know my name?"
"It's my job to know things." His eyes lock with mine. "Just like it's your job to charm demons into giving you what you want."
The words sting more than they should. "You don't know the first thing about me."
"I know you're scared." He leans in slightly, his voice dropping lower. "I know you're smart enough to be scared. I know you're playing a dangerous game with dangerous people, and I know you're better at it than you should be."
My heart hammers against my ribs. There's no threat in his tone, just a certainty that unnerves me. "Is that supposed to impress me? Your mysterious insight?"
"Nothing about me is designed to impress you." He says the words like a promise.