Claimed by a Demon King by Felicity Heaton Page B

envious, and Bleu had been around. She had considered losing herself in him, but every time she had, Thorne had popped into her head and she had wanted him instead.
    Loren nodded and escorted Olivia away, following Bleu to the doors. Bleu waited for his prince to pass him and then looked back at her. Sable stared across the room at him, lost for words and aching inside. Why had he ruined a good thing? Why couldn’t he have left things the way they had been? She had liked them that way and he had wrecked them.
    Bleu’s purple gaze darkened and he lowered it to his feet, heaved a sigh and walked out of the door.
    Sable watched him go, struggling to deny the pressing need to follow and talk to him. She wasn’t sure that he would understand even if she told him that she hadn’t chosen Thorne over him. She had no intention of becoming Thorne’s mate.
    A quiet part of her that she had buried deep reared its head and whispered that she wanted to give herself to Thorne though. She secretly wanted what Olivia and Loren shared, and none of the excuses she kept making were cutting it anymore. That part of her was growing stronger each day, with each minute that she passed in Thorne’s company and came to know him better.
    He was honourable, handsome, strong and could be charming when he paused to think things through rather than running with his instincts.
    Her gaze sought and found him still speaking with Fargus.
    “Go on and get everyone to run through the training routine. I need to speak with Olivia about something,” Sable said to Evan and he nodded and left the room.
    The vampires left after him and the werewolves decided to exit through the other door in the room. She couldn’t blame them. She intended to avoid the vampires as much as possible too.
    Sable meandered through the room to the three dimensional map she had spotted on entering the library. She stood over it, her gaze scanning the topography of Hell and the borders carefully marked on it. The Third Realm didn’t occupy the best position. It shared a border with the First, Fourth, Fifth and Seventh Realms and a section of blacked-out land. That land curved around all of the demon realms. Apparently, it belonged to the Devil.
    She scanned the kingdoms, moving across from right to left, from the Seventh Realm through the Third and then the First, to the elven kingdom. It was large and shared a border with the First and Second Realms and also an area labelled as the Free Kingdom. Loren had mentioned that place. Kordula had come from that land.
    There were smaller kingdoms beyond it and the elven one, none of them labelled. Olivia had told her that gods and goddesses had realms in Hell, and so did other species such as fallen angels and creatures that sounded more myth than reality.
    Familiar heat burned through her, but cold swept close to its heels. She looked across to her right, towards where Thorne had been, and was now gone. Fargus stood there talking to two demon males. His dark crimson gaze shifted to her.
    Her wrist burned.
    Sable rubbed it, trying to relieve the fierce ache. She needed to get Olivia to look at it. It had played up several times since her arrival in the Third Realm. She had a naturally fast healing ability, much quicker than all the other hunters at Archangel. If she had knocked it or injured it in a fight, it should have healed by now.
    The other two demons glanced her way. The burning sensation in her wrist increased and this time her gift triggered. A prickling sensation spread through her limbs. A warning. She palmed the blade strapped to her thigh and obeyed her instincts. She turned away from the demons and exited through the door the werewolves had used.
    Sable marched at double time along the long hallway and then took the steps down to the first floor two at a time, not slowing until she had placed a good distance between her and the library.
    Her head ached and she rubbed her temples, hoping to alleviate it. She hadn’t caught