Demon Bound (Bound Series, Book One) by Eve Newton Page A

check she still looks like she should and she hasn’t turned into a female version of Darius. She wishes she knew what was going to happen to her. The anticipation is the worst part.
    Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she squeezes it out with a small towel and walks naked back into her bedroom.
    She shrieks loudly when she sees Stanford lurking by her bed and when his bulbous eyes drop to her bare pussy, she shrieks even louder and holds the tiny towel out in front of her.
    “Get out,” she yells at him.
    Both Axelle and Stanford jump in surprise as the door suddenly bursts off its hinges and in storms the ruler of hell, looking for all the world like he is about to commit murder. When he sees that Axelle is in fact unharmed, just being leered at by an imp, she sees the relief pass across his face. It sends a warm shiver over her, but then she remembers how naked she is behind the small towel and how close Stanford is to her.
    “What is going on here?” Luc thunders at Stanford and he quakes on his big feet.
    “I just brought the lady breakfast,” Stanford stammers.
    Lady? Female, yes. Bitch, yes. Wench, absolutely, but lady? Nuh-uh. It doesn’t happen down here.
    Axelle’s gaze bores into his head before she turns it on Luc. If she didn’t know better she would say he is avoiding her gaze.
    Stanford points a shaky finger at the tray of food on the table and Luc calms visibly.
    “Next time perhaps less lurking and wait for her to invite you in,” Luc reprimands his little familiar and sends him on his way.
    “Yes sir,” Stanford mumbles with a bowed head and leaps off out through the gaping hole where the door used to be.
    “Uhm,” Axelle says as Luc continues to stand there. “Look, I am all for you seeing what you created over here, but if you are just going to reject me again, turn around and let me get dressed.”
    Luc snaps his fingers and she is instantly covered up in a white blouse and black pants with six-inch heeled black ankle boots. She looks amazing!
    “Nice work,” she comments and discards the towel.
    “Always,” he says to her.
    “So, what now?” she asks a bit awkwardly.
    “Now you eat,” Luc says and sits down at the breakfast table to wait for her.
    Axelle sighs. She really wants to get this phase show on the road. “Do you know when?” she asks after picking the blueberries out of a muffin.
    “No,” Luc says shortly.
    “So I just sit around here and wait to die?” she asks with a sad laugh.
    “No,” he says taking her hand. “ We will sit here and wait for you to survive.”
    “This really goes against the grain, you know. It’s very confusing,” Axelle remarks pulling her hand back.
    “What do you mean?” Luc demands. “I have already told you, your body has to remain pure.”
    “I’m not talking about the sex, Luc,” she says exasperated. “Although that is beyond annoying. I’m talking about how you seem to care about something. Even if it isn’t me exactly.”
    Luc turns away from her and drums his fingers on the table. It is very against the grain for him, and he isn’t really all that pleased that she has sussed him out. Although, he hasn’t exactly been too subtle about it lately, which is his own damn fault. He wants to tell her that he doesn’t give a shit about her, but he knows the lie will show to her. He bites his tongue and then he hears a loud, “Whoop!” and a resounding thud above his head.
    “What the fuck?” he barks turning back to Axelle, but she is no longer sitting next to him.
    He looks up with a feeling of dread and she is above him, plastered against the ceiling in a ring of fire, her mouth open in a silent scream as the flames lick her perfect skin.
    “Shit!” he exclaims as he stands up abruptly, the chair falling back heavily to the floor as he gapes at the scene above him. Axelle is writhing in agony as she is engulfed in the flames, but he can’t help her. There is nothing he can do but stand helplessly underneath