Newman blinked, as did the dukes. “What harem?” they asked each other. Realization flashed in Loki’s darkened eyes. “How can you think that I have a harem?” he grated. “And you regret that you don’t?” I hissed, turning back to stab a rebel demon. “You’d prefer if I had a harem? What kind of mate are you?” he yelled at me and cleaved off Beelzebub’s left claw. Beelzebub howled in rage and cursed profusely. “The kind who will kill you if you take a harem,” I said coolly. Loki chuckled. “Try if you think I’m joking,” I said with a smile that was too sweet. “I know tons of ways to amuse a man.”
