Claimed by the Horde
“What? Influence me? Allow the angels to find me? I doubt that’s how it works, Noah.”
The door of the factory opened, and Serenity’s gaze shifted to Thorne. The demon’s gaze shifted to the wand in her hand and his eyebrows furrowed together as he signed. “Keep that shit away from me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Serenity shoved the wand under the edge of her hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “There, you can’t see it.”
“I can still feel it. Like oil on my skin.”
She rolled her eyes and picked up the wand and herself and took it upstairs, depositing it into the small box on her desk. She returned to the sofa, dropping into it, and glared at the pair of demons.
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