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

by Madeleine Eliot

“No one has ever found me as interesting as you seem to.” “Clearly, no one has been paying enough attention,”

It was going to be a long trek to find the Demon King.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” he said, leaning against the door.

“I wasn’t annoyed that you picked me because I didn’t want to kiss you.” “You weren’t?” I breathed. I felt his lips turned up in a slight smile, still unbearably close to mine.

“I was annoyed,” he said, “because I didn’t want the first time I kissed you to be in front of an audience.”

“And I have a torturous night of keeping my hands to myself before me. You’re not making it easy.”

“If you are still interested, and if we find ourselves someplace that I can do the job properly, then make no mistake, Elara, I will gladly take you to bed.”

“Don’t you dare criticize my new friends.”

“You are an unexpected surprise, Red,” he whispered. “And I’m not sure I deserve you.”

“You are a constant surprise and delight,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my neck and shoulder as I begin to drift off, the feel of his arm around my waist a warm band of comfort. “And I hope you forgive me for what comes next.”