Savage
I begin.
“I definitely can,” Reagan finishes for me.
“Aleron, you know which book I’m speaking of?” Asmodeus asks, not looking away from me.
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Get it and the second book in my collection. Bring it here for my mate as a testament of my goodwill. Make sure nothing damages it in transport or it will be your head.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” he says and a moment later, he’s gone, like he vanished into thin air.
I look at Asmodeus. “I only agreed to one kiss.”