It had only been a few minutes of him porting us through various places, but I had hoped—really hoped—I wouldn’t still be mortal when we stopped.
But what if my immortality never came back?
An unsettling thought.
Especially since I would be at the mercy of the Dark One.
And I’d be seriously bummed if I did not get the chance to smack him around. My mortal strength was pathetic.
Maybe there was a lesson to be learned.
But I’d gone to a human high school—and I hadn’t done well in those lessons.
It was one of the few things Dad let me do, and I could hardly focus through the hunger. Some teachers wouldn’t let me eat in class.
Forty-five minutes without food wasn’t hard for most people, but for me, it was a death sentence.
Those classes were the longest I’d ever gone without food.
I sighed.
My captor didn’t respond.
So, I sighed again—louder.
“Can you hold me differently?”
He stopped, and my face hit his back.
I didn’t know why I expected him to be cold.
He was the Devil—evil incarnate, always corrupting the world—so cold just seemed fitting.
But he was warmer than I was. Especially in the places where those craters marred his skin.
And then there was that scent again.
Marshmallows.
I might not be cursed at the moment, but food was still very much my thing.
And the scent was making me hungry.
“Can you repeat that?”
A slight tremor moved through me at the sound of his voice. It was like he had to drag it out of the pits of Hell just to speak.
“I’m going to pass out. The blood’s rushing to my head.”
“My hearing must not be what it used to be,” he muttered, his grip on my hip tightening—painfully. If he pressed any harder, I was sure those claws were going to sink into flesh.
“Do you not understand your predicament?”
I winced. “Not really. No.”
It wasn’t like I believed he was dragging me off to fuck—or to make love—as an excellent mate might do. Thank Hades.
Sure, his back was broad and muscular, and so was his chest. He carried himself like a man, but he looked too abnormal, too monstrous.
