Exile by Briana Michaels

Author:Briana Michaels [Michaels, Briana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-01T23:00:00+00:00

Damian overheard the conversation between Ruin and Prince Draven from his hiding spot. Although he hated slinking around like a rat behind the walls, it did have a few rewards. After Ruin and Damian finished having their fun with the Goddess Brigid, they sent her on her merry, wobbly, freshly fucked way, and Ruin returned to his chamber while Damian decided to hang back a little to see what the twins did when they thought Damian wasn’t around.

And what do you know, a perfect opportunity arose from it.

Damian quietly followed this idiot, Prince Draven, through the Iron City and towards the gates that led out of there. The Sidhe used a small charm to blend in – Fae were far better at glamour than demons ever were. And this prince was so submerged in his own thoughts, the fool didn’t bother observing his surroundings as he walked along while playing with a ball of flame in his hands. Hell, Damian struggled more with going unnoticed by everyone else except the prince. The royal demon walked along as if no one would dare harm him.

Foolish fucker.

No one was safe, no matter who you were. Damian once made that same mistake himself, and it cost him dearly in the end.

He hit a road block when the prince was about to leave the Iron City, presumably to head into his own kingdom. Damian didn’t know the layout of the other realms here. He only had intimate knowledge of this one, and didn’t want to risk getting caught wandering around the Underworld just yet.

Draven was almost to the gate when Damian seized his opportunity. “Sire,” he stepped out of the shadows and bowed gracefully. Fortunately, there were very few demons lurking about at the moment and Damian could risk such a move out in the open.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I work with Ruin, your grace.” Royalty loved being reminded of their status. Add a little “your highness, your grace, sire,” and whatnot to the end of everything, and they ate it up like honey on warm bread. That little bit of fluffing could go a long way with some idiots.

“What do you want?”

“Forgive me,” Damian stuffed a hand in his pocket, “I only mean to discuss,” how should he propose it? “an arrangement with you.”

Draven eyed him suspiciously. “You said you work with Ruin?” When Damian nodded, Draven’s gaze raked down his body. Twice. “You’re that Sidhe, aren’t you? The one who was there the day Ezekiel and the Goddess Morrigan were in the Fallen Gods Fight. I remember you.”

Again, Damian nodded. “Forgive me for intruding, but you said you were on the hunt for a shapeshifter, yes?”

Draven’s body language said he was paranoid of being overheard, “Perhaps.”

“Then I have something you might find useful. I happen to have a rare caste of shapeshifter in my possession.”

Now Draven’s eyes lit up with greed – a look Damian knew all too well. “How much do you want for it?”

“He’s not for sale. But you can use him.

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