Page 29 of A Summoned Husband

“I am clothed,” I announced.

“Thought you could dickmatize me, didn’t you, demon boy?”

“Dickma- what?” What was she going on about?

“Mhmm! I’m on to you and your dark ways! I will not fall to my knees before you and your sin.”

If only she did fall to her knees. The thought thickened me even more. What I would do with her on her knees…

“You will not dickmatize me, demon!” She held her hands up, eyes still closed. “In Jesus’ name. Amen.”

Great. I was married to a religious nut. I often saw these mortals separate themselves into cults that worshipped higher powers. Whether those higher powers existed, I didn’t know. In centuries of traversing through realms, I had yet to see one. I would gladly bet against the existence of any high power that cared for the likes of these mortals.

“For I have gazed upon temptation and denied my appetites,” she continued, rising onto her knees. She shuffled forward, still shouting up at the ceiling. “And come on… you saw all that. I’m clearly a saint now. Denying all that…” she hummed low. “So look onto me Jesus… sweet baby Jesus… and divorce me from this demon!”

Eden moved forward on her knees.

“Eden.” My hand went out to stop her progress, but she ignored me and took another shimmy forward.

Her feet flew up as she flipped out of bed and went crashing.

I hopped onto the bed, my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her head from colliding with the floor.

“Sweet Lucifer, will you stop it?” I hissed. “What could a baby possibly do to help either of us, you silly woman? Do babies often issue unbindings in this frivolous existence?”

The blanket that had once been on her head was tangled around her middle as she braced her hand on the floor. She looked over her shoulder at me, but her face was hidden in the curtain of her dark hair. She kicked out, one of her feet between my legs.

“Stop,” I groaned as her foot wiggled. “What are you attempting to do?”

“I…” She kicked again. “I’m too hot!”

My attention was on the blanket as I supported her with my hand and used the other to unbind her from her bedding. When she was finally free, she planted a foot on my chest and shoved off. Somehow, she somersaulted out of my grasp and landed with a soft thud on the thick carpet on her ass. Eden raked her fingers through her hair before she shoved up to her feet and pointed an accusing finger at me.

“Get out of here, you…”

My brows dropped. “As I tried to explain to you earlier—”

“Leave! Now!” she commanded.

Heat blossomed in my stomach as I felt the swirl of my magic surround me. The command pushed into my chest, magic that could be seen in red waves, before I was ripped from her bedroom. Ripped from her little house in the woods.

I looked around the forest around me.

“What in all that is dark and sinful?” I murmured, confused.

“On your left!” A voice shouted.

I turned just in time to see a bike whiz down a path, barely distinguishable. I stepped out of the way and watched as the man in his weird attire disappeared from view.

The dark realm I called home whispered to me in the dark. Breathed through a thinning that made my skin heat and my soul anxious to be back where it belonged. It billowed in the air here, so close and yet so far away.

A hand lifted to the hollow of my chest. To the place that had throbbed as Eden commanded me, as though it still held a heart inside that kept a steady beat.

It seemed our marriage gave Eden more power than I suspected, and my wife had just unwittingly commanded me… right out of her house.

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