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“Don’t be coy with me. I’ve known you since you were just a babe, tottering around this place in your knickers. You and that boy have been thick as molasses for nearly as long. Only an act of the gods could keep you two from falling in love.”
“I could take Maura, though,” he said. I snorted. “No, you couldn’t.”
Harder, Your Highness. Wilst thou give me permission to come, Your Highness? Let me kneel for you and show the Prince’s little prince a good time, Your H—
bit down on my lip to suppress my smile. “Probably so.” He slammed his pencil down, his voice rising. “And she’s Descended and I’m mortal. You know the rules. No marriage, no children.” He looked at me, and my wicked grin gave my thoughts away. He balled up a scrap of paper and bounced it off my forehead. “Fine, fine,” I relented, struggling to wipe the amusement from my face as I turned my attention back to the ceiling.
He stopped. His eyes darkened as they unapologetically roamed my body. “Did they hurt you?” he growled. I shifted my weight under his sudden scrutiny. “No. I was able to escape.”
I waited for him to continue, but this time, his words ran dry, tangled up in that turbulent, too-heavy expression. His thumb brushed across my hand, though his eyes were so distant, I wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
“Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.”
But Luther wasn’t cold at all. Luther was an inferno.

