“Get on your knees for me,” I ordered. The devil cocked a brow at my audacity. “You said you’d only get on your knees for me, right? And you’d do anything for me while you’re down there. “I’m going to tell you what I want, and you’re going to listen.” Narrowing his gaze, he tilted his head before raising his palms. I thought maybe he’d fight me or ignore my order, but instead, he slowly lowered to his knees before me. “As you wish, Mortala.” My heart thrilled with excitement at the words and the sight of him, evil and powerful, kneeling before me on the cold slab of rock.
