A Demon’s Kiss
The accompanying clatter of the hot iron as it hit the kitchen floor a moment later has haunted me all day.
"There's going to be a Noble joining us for this dinner here that you haven't met before."
I turn, looking toward Oliver. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching me swirl my swollen, red hand around the ice water.
"Who?" I mumble mindlessly.
"Kastriv."
I shudder. Just what I need. Another Noble.
Noble's used to frighten me. Unprecedented power flows through their veins, magic unrivalled by anyone else in this Territory. I've met a few now due to my husband's political position, and most have been kind and gentle. Nothing to be afraid of.