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December 12 - December 15, 2023
“Nothing, that’s not…listen,”—Damien rubbed his hand over his thigh, trying to wipe away the lingering feeling of her offensively soft touch—“I am corruption made corporeal, a nightmare in human flesh, the Abyss brought topside, all right?”
He lingered a second longer than necessary on the odd sanctuary of her presence amongst all the infernal ones, so like his own but not, then pulled away when he remembered he had more important things to concern himself with.
Damien wrapped his free arm around her back and yanked her away from the wall so she could no longer kick it. Pulling her up against him, he dipped his head beside her ear. “I will not allow anything to happen to you,” he said, leveling something like comfort into his voice, “but you must be quiet now. Please.”
How dare she make him do this? He was meant to be marching on the realm’s capital to bring about its ruin, not coddling some stranger and especially not feeling so flustered about doing it.
But he didn’t just dump her onto the bed and leave her there, though he’d been envisioning doing just that the whole walk. “You are an incredible pain in the ass,” he grumbled, setting her down gently.
Damien was still staring at Amma. He cocked a brow. “Anything can be corrupted.” She tore her gaze away from the look he was giving her to check on Kaz, still perched on the settee, head cocking and one big ear flopping over. Why her face was suddenly going warm, she didn’t know, and she tried to rub the feeling out of her cheeks.
He couldn’t believe it, not for a moment, even when she said it herself, that there was a single soul in the realm that she couldn’t convince to fall in utter and unconditional love with her.