I gave her a hard stare. “What?”
“I think you need to ask Samael what that mark really does.”
Her bartender was kneeling behind the bar attempting to find something, and he called out to her.
“I better get back to work.” She hurried away, leaving me frowning after her.
I was so sick of being in the dark. Witheverything. I stood up, downed my drink, and walked over to Vas, who was still chatting with the demon next to him. Both of their eyes landed on my face.
“What is it?”
“I need you to take me to Samael.”
20
Danica
Vas had obviously spoken to Samael, who’d given him the okay, because I was waved through the lobby, and a demon I hadn’t yet met escorted me up to the penthouse. I nodded at him and stepped off the elevator, entering the huge suite.
I walked through the living room and into his bedroom. Samael was on the balcony, staring out at the city below him, a glass of what might’ve been whisky in his hand. He was also shirtless. I attempted to ignore that little fact, but my eyes had a mind of their own and I drank in the smooth muscles of his back and shoulders.
It should be illegal to look that good.
The balcony was vast, probably to make it easier for people with wings to take off. On the right side, two armchairs and a long sofa guarded a small table.
Samael turned, pleasure lighting his eyes. He was far too pleased with himself and I suppressed a groan. I’d voluntarily entered his territory. Of course he was pleased.
Samael lifted his drink to his mouth and I was treated to a view of his muscles flexing. His muscles were perfectly defined, sculptured in a way that made me wish I could run my hands over them. They weren’t the kind of muscles that came from the gym. Samael looked like he had seen combat and war, and his power seemed to twine toward me, inviting me to take a step closer. And then another.
I was struck dumb. Completely speechless.
Samael raised his drink again, and this time I caught him flexing. I did what any smart woman would do in my situation. I let my gaze take one, unsanctioned trip down the taut muscle of his chest and along the ridges of his abs, and then I turned away dismissively, focusing on the city below me.
Samael narrowed his eyes on my face. “Why are you here, Danica?”
I kept my eyes on the golden lights of the city below us. We were so high up, I felt slightly dizzy. “The mark on my wrist. What does it mean?”
“It’s a bond.”
“I know it’s a bond. Why haven’t I seen anyone else with this kind of bond?”
He stepped closer to me, radiating warmth. I carefully avoided looking at him. That way lay madness.
I could feel his gaze burning into me. “Do you usually spend time with people who are bonded to demons?”
“You’re dancing around the subject. The black mark on my wrist is a demon bond. So what, exactly is the gold about?”
“You’re upset.”
“Of course I’m upset. You haven’t told me–”
“Not about the bond. What happened today?”
I glanced at him. His eyes flashed, warning me away from the subject of the bond. I wouldmakehim tell me, oh yes I would. I just needed to find the right way to ask. Maybe I had to stroke his ego a little, or get him mad enough that he said something he wished he hadn’t.
I’d drop it for now and circle back around.
“My power… did something.” The words were out of my mouth before I even realized they were there.
