Page 51 of Hell Fae Prince

The chains, I thought, recalling what Az had said about me traumatizing her with that punishment.Hmm.

That knowledge twisted something in my heart, making me feel a bit ill at ease. Most of my sensual games were appreciated in the end.

But Cami’s punishment hadn’t reached that sort of climax.

Because the portal had opened in the Marsh Lands, dragging my focus away.

Then she’d come along and touched my Source.

To close the vortex-like portal, I thought, my gaze running up and down her goddess-esque form.

“I think you and I need to have a conversation, little temptress,” I informed her softly.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at me, then she quickly schooled her expression into one that reminded me of a queen. Calm, cool, collected, and confident.

Very alluring.

“Ajax has a counter?—”

I tsked and shook my head. “Not yet,” I murmured, extending my hand. “Let’s dance first.”

The deal could be discussed in a bit. First, I wanted to… talk to Camillia. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say, but it was a need I couldn’t deny.

An invitation to dance was not what Melek’s betrothed had expected. Her gaze lingered on my hand, then slowly returned to my face.

It should have bothered me how I could see the power of my own Source burning within her, see how she had tampered with my very soul already, but there was an innocence there, one that Melek had been trying to help me to recognize.

Perhaps she didn’t mean any harm.

That still didn’t mean she wasn’t a threat, though.

“Dance?” she parroted back at me.

Melek seemed to make the decision for her as he took her hand and placed it in mine. Heat stirred in my lower belly at the simple action, one that was a precursor of all the fantasies Melek wished to make reality.

I wouldn’t give in to his desires on this one, but it would be one of my greatest challenges of control yet.

“Yes,” I told her. “A dance.”

She swallowed, and I prepared for her to reject me.

However, some part of her bowed.

Not her soul, exactly, but perhaps the female inside her.

I witnessed it in the glazing of her eyes, a subtle hint of submission. The type I would enjoy coaxing out of her in bed.

“Okay,” she agreed quietly, the single word stirring elation deep inside me.

Elation that quickly died as Az whispered,She thinks she has no choice.

She has a choice,I informed him.But I’ll make that clearer while we talk.

No deals,he told me, causing me to meet his burning gaze.She’s mine, Typhos. And my Phoenix is fucking possessive. Don’t make me choose between the two of you.

I arched a brow.I believe that choice has already been made, hasn’t it?

With that, I tugged her away from the bristling males at her back.