Compilation Of Short Stories
His voice was a gravelly whisper, the sound of stone grinding deep underground.
“That the most dangerous creature in this room is mine,” Calanthe replied, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. She let her power unspool, just a little, a wave of pure, undiluted allure that would have brought any mortal, and most immortals, to their knees.
Khaos remained standing. His amber eyes merely glowed brighter. “Your tricks do not work on me, succubus.”