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“I’m not frightened,” I lied, trying to stand a little taller.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I’ve never met my father.” “I’m sorry,” said Hunt, a bit more gently. I shrugged, acting like it didn’t matter much to me. “It’s fine,” I said. “I don’t know if he’s even alive. Mama refused to talk about him, so I’m guessing he’s not.”
I was slow, and my nails caught and tore on the trunk as I tried to pull myself up. “Push with your legs, Red,” Hunt growled below me. “Your arms won’t hold your weight.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence,”
“He is one of the gods that demons revere,” Hunt said. “The partner of the Triple Goddess.” “Partner?” I asked, sounding skeptical. Hunt grinned wickedly. “Lover,” he clarified. “Consort. Husband. Mate.”
“Fine,” I said. “But you owe me a truth.” “And how is that?” Hunt asked, exasperated. “I showed you my demon magic,” I said simply. “That was the biggest secret I had. So think of a good one.”
“Our deal is up,” he said. “We have officially reached the Darklands, and I would like my payment now.” “Ah,” I said, feeling my stomach knot with anxiety at what I knew would come next. “About that.” “You made a blood bargain, Red,” Hunt said, voice full of warning and hand still open expectantly. “Don’t try to break it.”
“What else do you like about me,” Hunt asked, crossing his arms and looking at me expectantly. I pursed my lips hard, but to no avail. The truth spilled out of me anyway. “Your shoulders,” I said, clapping the hand back over my mouth. Hunt grinned. “And?” he pressed, downing his own glass of wine. “Your backside,”
I wasn’t a complete idiot. Carnon was purposefully not telling me who he was, and it irritated me. Now that he knew most of my secrets, I wanted to have his.
I felt all through my core to my nipples.
I had promised him one more night, but I had lied. Before guilt could take root, I reminded myself that he had been lying for days. For our entire time together, really. I had given him all of myself, and he had given me scraps surrounded by lies. Sighing, I bit down on my lip and fought back the tears as I gathered my chalk and herbs, and got to work.
“And much more. I needed you to trust me, Elara.” “Oh, well that worked out great for you, didn’t it?” I spat, letting my sarcasm run wild. “How easy it must have been to convince the naive, sheltered little witch that you were actually helping her. Tell me, how far down on your checklist was bedding me to get me to trust you?”
“Oh well then all is forgiven,” I replied sarcastically. “Let me just climb into bed with you and you can lie to me some more,” I spat.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an ass?” I replied, only vaguely aware that I was insulting the Demon King, possibly the most powerful magical being who walked the earth. I didn’t care. He could go to hell and freeze there.

