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“Wait—”

“I won’t hurt her,” I told Ajax before he could finish his protest. “And I’ll hear your counter when I’m done speaking with Camillia.”

“Let them talk,” Az said, his hand on Ajax’s shoulder. “There’s nothing he can do here. Besides, you’re the one who said we have to let Cami do what she wants.”

Ajax shot him a look. “That was in the Marsh Lands when she was trying to fix that portal. This is different and you know it.”

“I’ll be fine,” Camillia promised him, her confidence returning. “The Hell Fae King and I are just going totalk.”

My formal title on her lips reminded me of how I’d once commented on her use of informalities with my prince.

“Lucifer,” I told her, as I pulled her away from the others and toward the dance floor.

“What?”

“Or Typhos, if you prefer,” I added.

She gaped at me. “I don’t understand.”

“I think the time for titles between us is over, Camillia.” I leaned down to press my lips to her ear. “The only situation where that may change is in the bedroom. But here, you can call me Typhos or Lucifer. Your choice.”

The word was intentional, a play on what Az had said about Camillia not having a choice but to dance with me.

Perhaps we could use it as a launching point for conversation.

Because where Camillia De la Croix was concerned, I no longer wished to remove her options.

I simply wanted to strike a deal in the end that protected us all.

And gave me back control of my Source.

CHAPTER 12

CAMI

This was a very bad idea. But what choice did I have?

Typhos Lucifer was the Hell Fae King.

Probably one of the most powerful beings in existence.

And he’d asked me to dance.

Fuck.

I’d said yes because, well, I’d been a little tongue-tied. I’d dreaded this meeting for weeks, knowing that my life might very well end upon seeing Lucifer again.

Yet I’d entered the ballroom in a whirlwind of rage, searching for a Hell Fae Prince, and not even thinking twice about the Hell Fae King.

Until he spoke up to comment on my word choice.Wrath. He’d called it astrong term. I called it an accurate one.

Though, he didn’t seem all that wrath-like right now.

Actually, he seemed almost pleased.

But that didn’t stop the crowds from parting as he guided us onto the glass dance floor.

Everyone turned to stare, curious as to who had inspired the infamous Hell Fae King to join them.