Maribel's body might have conceded to the intoxicating necessity of his touch, but her mind didn’t trust Xeon. Just yet.
At this point, he questioned whether she was capable of trusting anyone.
Xeon lifted his head to heed her with a frigid composure that masked the frustration howling through his body.
"I did warn you to shut up," he muttered.
Her face glowed with a mixture of humiliation and anger at having conceded so readily to his touch.
"You asked me, of course--"
A hint of a smile touched his lips. "My mistake."
She scowled at him for a long moment, enraged at her incapacity to throw aside his huge body and flee as she wished. Then, with a noticeable feat, she wrapped herself in a brittle dignity.
"Where’s Stephen?"
Xeon’s smile faded at the mention of the little demon. He
