When they're out of sight, I look at Arsyn. “You're lucky I haven't killed you yet, demon.” The incubus laughs. “I told you. I'm very good at sharing.” The hound growls, but we know it's useless. Nothing can be done to temper their bond now. We best all get on board with each other . . . real fucking quick. A few minutes later, Emerson comes down the hall. The tiny pup is once again dressed, and she chucks herself at my bare chest when she spots me. “Thank you,” she says. Her eyes light with her wolf. I release a low, playful growl that signals my fondness for the child. She buries her small
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