Silas grinned, his chest puffing out. “We’re Incubi, Ivy. You could have strode in and straddled my lap to ride me and they wouldn’t have bat an eye.” She choked on her own spit. “I personally would have thoroughly enjoyed watching you squirm through breakfast,” he continued. Ivy barely registered he was backing her up against the wall—not until her shoulders hit something solid and she could move no further.
