Kiss of a Demon King (Immortals After Dark Book 7)

by Kresley Cole

If this female weren’t so evil, she’d be glorious. In that instant, he decided, I’ll claim her as my war prize when I escape.

Again, was there a time limit? Style points?

But Rydstrom couldn’t pledge his life to another under this kind of coercion. He would do it when he was ready. And when she was worthy.

And more, she’d been embarrassed by what Rydstrom had seen at court. She’d never forget the revolted look on his face when he’d surveyed what used to be his. For some reason, she didn’t want him to think that just because she lived here, she was like them. Just because I don’t flinch doesn’t mean I’m blind.

Where was the nausea, the urgency? When she recognized what was happening, she was disgusted with herself. I expect Rydstrom to save me.

“Have you ever seen pictures of cats dressed up by humans? That’s how ridiculous I feel right now.”

Had Sabine been one of those women who sighed, she would have right now.

“You don’t know the meaning of virtue!” “Of course I do—it means your thong must be white.”

“I can’t drive.” “I’m going to teach you,” he’d said confidently. At the end of the lesson, he’d declared her the most aggressive and dangerous driver he’d ever encountered. Which meant . . . number one!

He was so fascinating, loving it when she brushed kisses over his face to show affection—and shuddering in bliss when her nails raked down his back. This morning, she’d caught him twisting in front of a mirror to inspect the scratches. “Sign of a job well done, then?” he’d said proudly, flashing her a sexy grin that made her toes curl with delight.

“I would have given gold to hear that conversation!” “I’d thought you’d be angry.” After another chuckle, she said, “Not at funny things. Hey, I have an idea! Maybe we should start a database and enter all the names of females you tagged, so you can keep up with them—”

“Auntie Nïxie’s taking a TO. I’m heading to Budapest, to investigate this band of immortal warriors,” she explained. “They’re called the Lords of the Underworld. If that doesn’t make you want to mate . . .” She growled and clawed at the air. “Anyway, they’re supposed to be excessively hawt.”

“And by investigate, you actually mean do.” Nïx made a scoffing sound. “Holly, how else is one supposed to investigate a male? Really?”