Mathena held herself stiffly, aware of the frigid power washing over her skin. Dammit, she wanted to be angry, not... aroused. "And if Jasmine or Rue or maybe Samuel’s men are out there?" she growled. "Won’t they sense us?"
Xeon shrugged, the hair he’d left free to frame the haunting glamour of his lean face flowing down his back like liquid gold. "Stefan was a fool, but Samuel has reason to resent me or need your blood," he said softly. "As far as I know, that Samuel's new warriors are not equal to most demons from a long time ago because they were hybrids and not full-blooded, and they aren't smart."
"Hmmp. Whatever."
Xeon added, "Plus, our scents are already scattered throughout the neighborhood, so unless they fully see us leave the place, they won’t know we’ve slid beneath their no
