I choked. Nina snickered, laughing instantly.
My demon stared at her in utter betrayal. “Mother.”
“What,” she answered calmly. “You disappeared into another dimension perfectly unstable and returned with a human soulmate. I deserve details.”
The father nodded thoughtfully. “That is fair.”
“This family is insane,” Anderson whispered.
Meanwhile the attacking demon woman still remained pinned violently against the wall behind us completely forgotten. Then his mother glanced back toward her. Her expression hardened instantly again. The entire room went cold.
“She will stand trial for attacking royal blood.”
The psycho demon looked terrified now. “She corrupted him.”
That was the wrong thing to say. A very wrong thing to say. Before anyone else could react, my demon’s mother smiled slowly, and the calmness of it made her look even more terrifying. And it was ancient, dangerous and absolutely horrifying.
Then she answered softly:
“No, darling.”
Her arm wrapped lightly around my shoulders afterward while she pulled me gently closer against her side.
“He was already doomed the second he fell in love.”
Chapter 30
Eva POV
By midnight, the palace felt less like royal headquarters and more like a deeply dysfunctional family reunion. Which seemed medically concerning for Hell.
Nina had fully stolen one of the enormous velvet couches in the western lounge while the younger brother lounged beside her with her legs thrown across his lap like they’d been doing this for years instead of days.
Meanwhile his mother sat across from us beside the silver fireplace looking completely elegant while teaching Nina ancient demonic insults over tea.
“No no,” she corrected calmly. “That particular phrase implies their ancestors lacked combat ability.”
Nina gasped softly. “That’s incredible.”
“It caused three wars.”
“I love this dimension.”
The younger brother was exhausted already. “Mother, please stop encouraging her.”
“Absolutely not.”
I understood why both brothers would rather fight a dragon than discuss emotions.
Across the lounge, the father sat in one enormous black chair reading palace reports while occasionally making deeply judgmental noises under his breath.
“…Who approved these curtains.”
One servant froze nearby. The princes both ignored this completely. Apparently this behavior was normal.
Meanwhile my demon sat beside me on the long velvet couch near the fire, one arm stretched lazily behind me while silver firelight reflected softly across the dark rings on his hands. That felt more dangerous than the intense moments earlier. His mother noticed me watching him and smiled warmly.
“Oh yes,” she said calmly. “He gets attached embarrassingly fast.”
