“Perhaps your mortal line had some latent abilities.”
“Have you ever known humans to have supernatural powers?” I asked him incredulously.
“Well, no, but most humans don’t mate with demons. Your genetics could be forever changing as a result of your demonic half overtaking your mortal half.” He shrugged. “And it’s possible your connection to me is only encouraging that evolution.”
That was a plausible explanation. Not that it really made me feel any better. “My mother’s side of the family can’t see auras. They’re not even that powerful, really. So whatever this is, it’s not from her.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he vowed.
While I hoped he was right, I didn’t share in his astute optimism.
“Trust me, Zay,” he said, cupping my cheek and guiding me toward his lips. “We’ll research this until we have an answer, even if it takes us a decade or more to find it.”
“That sounds like a commitment, Grigory,” I replied against his mouth.
“You know it is,” he whispered before kissing me deeply.
And here I thought I was just another notch for your bedpost, I thought at him.
Never, he replied. You’ve always meant more to me than that, Zay. He shifted a scant inch away to lock his gaze with mine. “I’ve never let anyone bite me before. Not until you.”
“Really?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my tone.
“You’re my first, Zay. My only. And I considered that bite of yours a claim.”
My cheeks heated. “It felt like a claim to me, too.”
“A promise for more,” he murmured, drawing me into him for another kiss, only to stiffen as an alarm blared around us. “Shit.”
“What is that?” I asked as he jumped out of the bed.
“Demonic company,” he replied gruffly, grabbing his jeans from the floor and yanking them on. “Get dressed.”
I didn’t argue, finding my clothes and pulling them on in a similar fashion to him. He disappeared into his closet, the sound of beeps following, before he returned with a set of knives.
“You have an armory in Adrik’s flat?” I asked, somehow surprised and yet not at the same time.
“Pairs well with the demon alarm system,” he replied, strapping a few knives onto his belt and sheathing them in pockets. “Let’s go.”
We started toward the living area when a thump against the front door had Grigory pausing midstep. “Fuck.”
“We know you’re in there, Your Highness. We just want to talk.” A loud voice boomed from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Grigory muttered, stealing the words from my mind. He glanced at me. “Hide in the kitchen and be prepared for a fight.”
I twirled the throwing daggers against my fingers. “On it.”
His lips twitched at the little show, then a regal mask fell over his features as he prepared to address the demons.
I followed him into the foyer before ducking into the kitchen, which was off to the side of the entry. Once he was comfortable with my position, he opened the door and casually propped his shoulder up against the door frame. “Morning. Can I help you with something?” he asked, his tone all royal arrogance, yet his aura glimmered with red tones.
They’re bowing, Grigory informed me. But it lacks passion. And I don’t recognize the men.
I can’t see their auras, I told him. My position in the kitchen left me only the view of him in the doorway.
“Your princess requests your return,” one of the males said from the hallway.
“My princess?” Grigory sounded amused and glanced toward me. “Zay, baby, you want to go back to Noxia Kingdom?”