My Demon Warlord by Carolyn Jewel

Author:Carolyn Jewel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Romance
ISBN: 9781937823467
Publisher: Carolyn Jewel, Author
Published: 2016-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Back at Cifai’s house, Winters broke their silence. “We need to talk.”

“Seems like.” He followed her to the living room. His dead sworn went from a background murmur to a multitude’s cacophony. He let the voices roll through him as they reacted to Winters being near. Some of them objected to her not being sworn to him, others objected to her continuing among the living, and others bitched about the unsettled future because he hadn’t taken her as his sworn.

She sat on a leather wingback chair and took off her shoes so she could sit with her legs curled under her. He stayed on his feet. Despite her casual position, her shoulders were tense. Her hair was pulled away from her face and hung over one shoulder in a thick, inky river. One hand rested on the padded arm of the chair. Her fingers dug into the leather. He wanted to take her in his arms and soothe away the tension, but he doubted she’d appreciate the contact.

“Something to drink?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He went to the kitchen and grabbed the last two beers. The state of relative calm between them wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. His need to have her acknowledgment would infiltrate his interactions with her, and she’d be pissed off. And he’d be pissed at her for being pissed at him. Maybe they’d get lucky and Nikodemus would get here before that happened. He headed back to her. They were alone in the house, and, in an ironic turn of events, Durian was more or less guarding them.

“Hey,” she said in a tired voice.

“Hey.” The zing of energy between them thickened the air, and from the habit of years he reached to be sure his bonds were blocked. But there was no blood-bound promise and no bonds to keep locked away. He stopped in front of her to pass off her beer and to hold out a sideways fist.

His, his, his welled up from the chorus of his agitated sworn. She needed to be sworn to him. He needed her sworn to him. The urge to make that happen dug in deep. Insistent. Fucking Durian being all worried about what might happen without her being bound.

Curious, she held out her hand, and he loosened his fingers. The rubies he’d taken from the two mages trickled into her cupped palm. Her eyebrows went up.

“Keep them,” he said and, without his entirely meaning it, there was power in his words. The rubies were safer with her than they were with him anyway, but he was running a fine line here. He reached into his pocket again and took out some copa he’d pinched from the killing room. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No.”

Anticipation and proximity to Winters were making him jittery, and jittery was never good around her. He took half a bolus and returned the rest to his pocket. He needed to relax. Badly. Beer, much as he liked the brand and the taste, wasn’t going to do a damn thing for him.

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