Wrath & Reign: A Villain Paranormal Romance Complete Series by Nikki St. Crowe

Author:Nikki St. Crowe [St. Crowe, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blackwell House LLC
Published: 2022-10-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Nine

Kat, Emery, and I finish our shopping with a half hour to spare, so we stop for a cup of coffee. I try really hard to be present for the conversation—I could learn a lot from these two women about the supernatural world—but my brain is now stuck on a loop of the video clip and the look on Wrath’s face as he watched me plummet over the railing.

Emery and Kat drop me off at Wrath’s house in the afternoon with a promise to get together again soon. Before they leave, Kat removes her spell and my face returns to normal.

It’s almost a relief.

I don’t cross paths with anyone inside the castle as I make my way to my bedroom. I take an extra long hot shower, then doze off for a while, then pace my room, then take another hot shower.

My stomach is full of butterflies.

The Demon King is taking me on a date, and I can’t fucking wait, and it terrifies me.

When I’m finally dressed, my hair dry and left wavy, my makeup on, I make my way downstairs.

Wrath is waiting for me in the sitting room I’ve decided to call the Bourbon Room, since I always find him drinking there.

Tonight it’s no different. There’s a tumbler of bourbon in his hand, but when he turns to me as I enter the room, he sets the liquor aside and drinks in the sight of me instead.

The expression on his face is not unlike the expression I saw in the video.

It’s an expression that looks an awful lot like desperation.

His nostrils flare and he licks his lips.

“You look nice,” I say, trying to cut the tension.

A tailored black coat hugs his body the way I wish I could. The material skims the swell of his biceps, the hard line of his shoulders. A stiff, pointed collar stands like a shield around his neck. He’s got on a V-neck black t-shirt tucked into black jeans with a black leather belt around his waist.

A few sweeping lines of his demon mark peek out of the V-neck.

His hair is still damp, but he’s combed it back and set it with a pomade that has a slight sheen to it beneath the ceiling lights.

My fingers itch for my camera.

I want to immortalize him. He’s too much. Too much beauty to look at all at once.

I want to hold the vision of him in my hands so I can savor every detail.

“You look lovely as well,” he says, his voice a little husky, a little thick.

I fidget with the long necklace Kat picked out for me. The chain is delicate gold with a sharp spiked charm hanging from it. “I’m not really a dress kind of girl.”

“Oh dieva,” he says, “I disagree.”

My belly warms, and I can feel an echoing heat flaring in my cheeks. “So we’re going to Par House, right?”

He nods. “My favorite place this side of the sub-dimension.”

“Oh?” I raise a brow. “Did you just make a joke?”

He smiles. It’s the first genuine smile I think I’ve seen on him since we met.

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