The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation
I wasn’t sure I had the energy for company, but I was tired of being alone with the echoes of screams.
“Let her in,” I called.
The door opened.
Nyxara swept inside like smoke given form—black silk clinging to every curve, violet eyes bright in the hellfire glow, tail curling lazily behind her. She carried a small crystal decanter and two glasses.
She took one look at me—curled small on the bed, Vuk’s shirt swallowing me whole—and her expression softened a fraction.
“Thought you might need something stronger than tea,” she said, raising the decanter. “Infernal brandy. Burns going down, but it quiets the noise.”
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