"Mathena?" Xeon muttered as he sensed her shift on the bed. Hell. His jeans tightened painfully over his growing erection. "What are you doing here?"
Don’t look.
"I would think it’s rather self-evident."
"I guess it is. It's hard to miss a six-foot-plus sulking prince demon werewolf. Or is it pouting? Difficult to tell," she teased. "I assume you’re leaving?"
"First I intend to go demon hunting. I need Samuel dead. He will pay."
"And then?" she rolled her eyes.
Pain ripped through his chest, nearly sending him to his knees. "Then I will return to my team before the full moon... I–"
She breathed a shockingly vile curse. "So, you’re fleeing back to your team without me?… Oh, I mean, lair. It’s so much safer to watch the world on the internet, isn’t it, prince?"
His hands clenched in
