table in the middle of the expansive library, five places to her left. Two tall arched windows allowed dim light to filter in behind him and the lamps on the table provided a warm glow that cast the shadows back into the recesses between the bookcases lining the walls.
At the other end of the table, Loren sat with Olivia next to him. The vampires lined the side opposite her together with the elves. The werewolves had decided to sit on her side, muttering dark things about bloodsuckers in English. She supposed they meant both the elves and the vampires.
It had taken Thorne several minutes to get everyone settled and to subdue a few slanging matches between the various species present. Loren had helped settle the elves. The vampire commander had sat back with his hands clasped behind his head and let his men do as they please. The werewolf leader had at least attempted to calm his men. She said attempted because he had recited a few weak rounds of ‘calm down’ and ‘silence’ before he too had sat back and let the wolves have at the vampires across the table.
Sable had stared at Thorne the whole time. She hadn’t meant to but it had been impossible to convince her eyes to leave him while he had stood at the end of the table, demanding order as his horns slowly curled, his eyes gradually brightened and his ears grew pointier.
He had been such a contrast to the gentle, quiet man who had sat with her in her room after bringing her breakfast as way of an apology.
A man who had gazed upon her with barely leashed desire in his eyes that had slowly burned through her control and pushed her towards surrendering to the wicked urges that came upon her whenever they were close to each other.
How would he have reacted if she had kissed him?
He wanted to kiss her, and the erection he had tried to hide from her while he had blatantly stared at her breasts told her that if she had kissed him, it wouldn’t have ended there. He would have taken more from her this time, demanding she surrender completely to him.
That sent a thrill through her even when she knew it shouldn’t.
Evan already looked as if he was waging a constant battle against spouting the words clearly balanced on the tip of his tongue. He wouldn’t hesitate to remind her of what she had said back at Archangel about this not being a Club 18-30 holiday if she did give in to her desires.
Sable concentrated on the notes she had scribbled onto her pad. The plan was sound, if not a little dangerous. Luring the enemy to them meant placing many villages at the borders in danger and Thorne would be in danger too. He had made it clear that he and he alone would engage the Fifth King. Apparently, it was the done thing in demonomachies. Only kings fought kings.
She thought it was a stupid tradition and she had no qualms about agreeing to it here and now and breaking the rule later when they were on the battlefield. She was damned if she would let Thorne lose his head because he insisted on fighting solo. He was strong, powerful, and capable, but together they were stronger.
Sable pretended that thought stemmed from her mission and her duty as the commander of the Archangel team. Her heart whispered that it stemmed from her soul though and the feelings that came over her whenever she thought about Thorne fighting his enemy. She wanted to protect him. The incident in the courtyard had made it clear that he, and no doubt every other demon present, thought that a little mortal female throwing herself into battle at his side was quaint and sweet, and stupid, but it wasn’t going to deter her. Every instinct she had said to protect him and she had never denied her instincts. They had saved her too many times.
Her gaze drifted back to Thorne and heat travelled through her, burning up her blood, as their eyes locked. Perhaps there were some instincts better left denied.
Like the one telling her to get up on the table and crawl the length of it to him, and to take his strong
At the other end of the table, Loren sat with Olivia next to him. The vampires lined the side opposite her together with the elves. The werewolves had decided to sit on her side, muttering dark things about bloodsuckers in English. She supposed they meant both the elves and the vampires.
It had taken Thorne several minutes to get everyone settled and to subdue a few slanging matches between the various species present. Loren had helped settle the elves. The vampire commander had sat back with his hands clasped behind his head and let his men do as they please. The werewolf leader had at least attempted to calm his men. She said attempted because he had recited a few weak rounds of ‘calm down’ and ‘silence’ before he too had sat back and let the wolves have at the vampires across the table.
Sable had stared at Thorne the whole time. She hadn’t meant to but it had been impossible to convince her eyes to leave him while he had stood at the end of the table, demanding order as his horns slowly curled, his eyes gradually brightened and his ears grew pointier.
He had been such a contrast to the gentle, quiet man who had sat with her in her room after bringing her breakfast as way of an apology.
A man who had gazed upon her with barely leashed desire in his eyes that had slowly burned through her control and pushed her towards surrendering to the wicked urges that came upon her whenever they were close to each other.
How would he have reacted if she had kissed him?
He wanted to kiss her, and the erection he had tried to hide from her while he had blatantly stared at her breasts told her that if she had kissed him, it wouldn’t have ended there. He would have taken more from her this time, demanding she surrender completely to him.
That sent a thrill through her even when she knew it shouldn’t.
Evan already looked as if he was waging a constant battle against spouting the words clearly balanced on the tip of his tongue. He wouldn’t hesitate to remind her of what she had said back at Archangel about this not being a Club 18-30 holiday if she did give in to her desires.
Sable concentrated on the notes she had scribbled onto her pad. The plan was sound, if not a little dangerous. Luring the enemy to them meant placing many villages at the borders in danger and Thorne would be in danger too. He had made it clear that he and he alone would engage the Fifth King. Apparently, it was the done thing in demonomachies. Only kings fought kings.
She thought it was a stupid tradition and she had no qualms about agreeing to it here and now and breaking the rule later when they were on the battlefield. She was damned if she would let Thorne lose his head because he insisted on fighting solo. He was strong, powerful, and capable, but together they were stronger.
Sable pretended that thought stemmed from her mission and her duty as the commander of the Archangel team. Her heart whispered that it stemmed from her soul though and the feelings that came over her whenever she thought about Thorne fighting his enemy. She wanted to protect him. The incident in the courtyard had made it clear that he, and no doubt every other demon present, thought that a little mortal female throwing herself into battle at his side was quaint and sweet, and stupid, but it wasn’t going to deter her. Every instinct she had said to protect him and she had never denied her instincts. They had saved her too many times.
Her gaze drifted back to Thorne and heat travelled through her, burning up her blood, as their eyes locked. Perhaps there were some instincts better left denied.
Like the one telling her to get up on the table and crawl the length of it to him, and to take his strong
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