I stare at Hazel as she climbs the stairs.
This is worse than I imagined.
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I’m thirsty to taste her, ready to bury myself deep inside her.
So far I have no idea what the Architect wants with me, but she is definitely not an ordinary human.
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And I… I’m completely obsessed.
Maybe it’s the curse that binds us.
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“Caim,” Tairin calls me, pulling my attention.
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“I don’t recall authorizing you to enter the castle,” I mutter, without hiding my disdain.
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She brings a hand to her chest, offended.
Tairin is the oldest succubus in my lands, and yet she still behaves like a rejected lover.
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Centuries of occasional encounters and she never understood that, in Hell, exclusivity doesn’t exist.
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“I was worried,” she lies.
I roll my eyes.
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Perhaps Hazel’s scent has already sprea
