Page 102 of Paramour of Sin

Every time I showed up, she fell into that deep bow and stayed there until I prompted her to stand. And every time, it made me fucking hard for her.

Like it did now.

My Guinevere.

The air stilled as I realized what had happened. Everything I’d learned began to come together in my mind, and the puzzle pieces just suddenly fit.

Amarella had enchanted Guinevere’s form… like she must have done to the woman I’d killed in Lord Tardís’s bed.

Ashmedai was right. Amarella had grown in power, just like other demons had throughout the world, and with that came either the ability to shapeshift others, or to manipulate auras.

Fury mounted inside me, my anger fighting for a release, all of it directed toward the woman on the floor. I fought it back, forcibly redirecting toward the woman who deserved it.The real Amarella.

Only it snapped back, pinpointing on the woman in front of me again.

I nearly growled in annoyance, my need for control snapping into place as I harnessed the rage once more to guide it appropriately. It was such a strange sensation, as though I were fighting my own anger, like it wasn’t evenmine.

I shook my head, trying to clear it.Focus, I demanded.Fucking focus.

My throat worked on a swallow as I finally reigned in my fury. All it took was a breath for my senses to confirm what I’d just realized.I can sense her, I thought wildly.I can sense Amarella all over Guinevere.

That was how she’d tricked me.

Guinevere even smelled like her.

But as I reached out with my senses and followed the strands of energy, it became quite clear that the true source of power lurked nearby.Notin the bedroom. Butoutside.

However, my anger remained unnaturally hot. Like I wanted to hate the Amarella look-a-like on the floor.Someone is doing something to me… to Guinevere… something with the auras.

I tried to identify anyone else near Amarella, yet sensed nothing.

However, my instincts told me she wasn’t alone.

A Nephilim. Either he’d helped her with this mental mindfuck, or he’d served another purpose.

If I were to wager a guess, the Nephilim was probably the shifter source and Amarella was the aura manipulator. Together, they made a devilish team—a team I’d be handling just as soon as I finished the show here.

Because a show was clearly what Amarella wanted.

And I had no way of knowing just what she could see and hear in this room.

Zane stood silently behind Guinevere.

I twirled the black handled knife between my fingers and caught his eye. Words passed between us unspoken, and then Zane glanced at Guinevere and took in her position.

His nostrils flared as awareness spread across his features.

He understood what this meant, too.

I’d attacked our darling succubus, our Guinevere.

My grip tightened as irritation poured through me. Amarella had almost duped me.Again. And I wanted to make that bitch pay.

But I had to finish this first because I had no idea how far Amarella’s power went. Could she see through Guinevere’s eyes? Could she hear everything happening? There was too much unknown.

So I had to continue this charade or it would risk tipping her off.

“Any final words?” I demanded. I assumed Guinevere would plead one more time about how she wasn’t Amarella.