(Apollo)
“And she is not only mine,” Apollo snarled softly.
The memory of her confession slotted into the quiet like a blade.
Grey-skinned demon.
Her voice had been wary but honest when she’d told him. The demon who had come to her in the dark. Not to hurt her. To untie ropes. To give water. To check her wrists. To pry open the cruelty he had left her in and slip mercy through the cracks. Mercy that had not come from him. That stung. Mercy was a holy abomination. Not worthy of his realm.
A demon who moved through walls. A demon who wore shadow like skin. A demon whose presence had been muted enough to slip beneath the notice of Hell’s wards. He did not have many of those. Cael Asher was one of them.
Of all the creatures in his realm to see her first as more than a body on a
