Fated to the Demon Queen
A tiny spark of jealousy rose in me, but I quickly shoved it away.
Finally, I spot Zyaire under another male demon I recognize as Sebastian of the Sibalt bloodline. I look away as I sip my wine, now looking upon the dancefloor. Zyaire must have spotted me shortly after he was done because I sent him approaching a few minutes later. I turn towards him; his espresso skin is still glistening with sweat, his dreadlocks are pulled back into a ponytail, he’s shirtless, showing off his beautifully toned body, and just wearing black jeans. My usual twitch of a smile dances on my lips as he orders a bottle of wine for me and several glasses of tequila for himself. Wordlessly, I follow him as we make