---That evening, Deimon Ashworth sat deep in the embrace of his penthouse sofa, soft jazz playing through hidden speakers and curling into the air. The notes were slow, unhurried, drifting through the low amber light that bathed the room in gold. After the Lazarus Pit had sealed every psychological wound he had incurred, or had simply patched it up for the meantime, Deimon had decided to savor the evening to himself.Just tonight, before stepping into the storm that inevitably awaits him. But tonight, he needed the calm that it brought.A Blood Scion meeting had been fixed. Romulus would be presented before the inner Council, would state his price, reveal what he carried. A perfect, formal arrangement has been made. Until then, the boy sat in the luxury guesthouse Deimon had assigned him — a suite that cost more per night than most men earned in a year.But tonight was specifically Deimon's.And she was making sure of it.A young Omega — fair-skinned, petite, and breathtakingly beau
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