To Hunt a Demon King (King and Coven, #1)

by Madeleine Eliot

“Elara,” he repeated, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “Pretty. You probably shouldn’t give out your name to complete strangers though, no matter how handsome and alluring they are.”

“Better avert your delicate, virgin eyes if you don’t want to be scandalized,” he said, dropping the towel.

“And why don’t you have to get dressed up?” I protested, shouting to Hunt through the door of the bathing chamber. “Because,” Hunt replied, voice muffled slightly through the wooden door between us. “You can’t improve perfection.”

“You’re a nice man,” I said, biting my lip as the wine continued to wring the truth from me. “I think if you weren’t such an ass half of the time, I might fall for you.”