"Bloody hell!" With tiny wings flapping and tail twitching, Stephen hurried to Lily’s side. "What did you do to her, you stupid dog?"Moving to the back of the cavern, Alpha Rhye retrieved Stephen's long blanket to carefully drape over Lily’s too-still form. Then, kneeling on the dirt floor, he grasped one of her slender hands."Mila has witch magic with her. She was hit by her spell before I was able to kill her and her bodyguard." He stabbed his companion with a fierce glare. "Now! Remove it.""How…" Stephen swallowed his question as he was nearly tumbled backwards by a blast of Rhye’s icy power. Instead, he closed his eyes and touched a gnarled finger to Lily’s forehead. "It's powerful demon magic, it's not witch magic. Attacking spell.""I didn’t ask for this book bullshit," Rhye snarled. "Get rid of the spell.""Seriously?" Stephen snapped open his eyes. "I have to know what magic was used to reverse it.""Fine, the attacker uses demon magic. Now get on with it." Rhye pointed a

"The Dark Lord must have been crazy." Lily muttered. Rhye shuddered. It didn’t matter how many years passed, he would never forget the demon who had held him captive for years. Francisco had been a descendant of ancient human royalty before being transformed into a demon, and he had kept all of his family's magnificent beauty. The dark almond-shaped eyes, the smooth burnished skin, the sleek black hair that had cascaded down his slim back like a satin curtain. He was a handsome man, yet as toxic as an asp. Many years ago, he might have kidnapped Rhye out of revenge for his people's obsessive urge to inflict suffering, but Francisco had kept him out of twisted anger. He hadn't been his only sacrifice in his personal hell. Rhye added, "The demon lord was pure as evil. He made sure I suffered enough before a godly curse was cast on him that made him powerless, but I knew he would be back soon. He had claimed that my parents led my people into war and slaughtered a dozen of his men, inc

"Sweetheart? You’re silent," Rhye murmured.Lily smirked and opened her eyes a little, then let out, "And no one’s entitled to be the strong silent kind except you?" she urged, keeping her eyes closed. One glimpse at the impossibly gorgeous face and she would be flat on her back, begging for mercy. Or pleading with him to bring her to the peak of beautiful orgasms.A woman had to have some arrogance, didn’t she?He cackled softly. "You’re clearly tough enough, but you haven’t struck me as being especially silent.""Oh really? Why is that?" Her breath caught as his hand traced the curve of her hip. "From now on, I plan to say what I like to say when I like to say it, and as often as I expect to say it.""So I’ve noticed." He sighed and winked at her.Powerless to ignore, she opened her eyes to meet his coolly amused regard."If you don’t like it, you can always…"Lily didn’t even try to evade the starkly possessive kiss that stole her words."I didn’t say I didn’t like it," he whispere

"Which powers?" Stefan demanded. Lily shrugged. "Their strength, their ability to control the four elements, their lack of ageing." Stefan raised a brow as Lily continued, "Nonsense, of course. A witch might take on greater strength and prolong existence, but in the end, they’re merely a human infected by demon bite and their magic. They are not resurrected to become a full demon as werewolves are." Rhye looked at her intently, debating whether to be amused or worried about her excessive knowledge of witches. So the witches got a glimpse of immortal glory, only to fall short. Kind of like her. A mutant with no real place in the demon world or the witch's world? Was he supposed to stay human and ignorant of the supernatural immortals? Lily looked at the smug face of Stefan. Who wouldn’t want revenge? Especially if it meant dethroning the smug, overbearing, alpha of the Sunlight Pack? Of course, and why would the jerk imply that the demon and Jasmine’s group of ferals were somehow

Stephen ignored Alpha Rhye and puffed out his chest. "I am a demon. Powerful. What could a witch do that I couldn't? " "You do not have the height, my friend," Rhye muttered. "I hate you!" "I hate you too." "I hate you more!" the little demon taunted. "Without the witch's enchantment, you are just a billionaire alpha." "You're getting on my nerves, Stephen." Alpha Rhye glared and took the little demon’s neck. "Enough, all of you," Lily grumbled like a mother hen. "Put him down." She breathed in her irritation. "For now, we need to track those who bomb your SUV. Can Stephen here weave an enchantment to hide our own presence?" "Ward this shelter from intrusion?" Rhye smoothly pointed out. Alpha Stefan muttered, "I will find them and if you want an enchantment, let me know." The tiny demon lifted his hands. "No. I'm not going to do that." Rhye and Stefan roared at the same time. Stephen shivered, "Fine." With a twitch of his rump, Stephen was marching down the steep cliff. "Y