The Demon’s Queen (A Deal With a Demon #6) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: A Deal With a Demon Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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I don’t like to think of that battle. I don’t like to think about how it cost me half my family, how it created a divide that I’m not sure will ever be resolved. Before. After. The old way. The new.

Alice doesn’t seem to hold any of it against me, but I still feel awkward whenever I’m required to come out here and interact with her and her people. She leads us to the village square, which currently contains three massive tables piled high with food.

She catches me looking and grins. “Come now, old man. I know this was supposed to be a generic check-in on the community, but you never come out this way these days. I had to make an event of it.”

Of course she did.

I open my mouth to remind my cousin that we’re not staying long, but the words stall in my throat when I catch sight of Eve’s interest as she takes in the sight before us. This may be a little slice of torment for me, but I can endure it if it will make her happy. “Alice, give us a moment.”

She shrugs. “Sure thing. I’m going to see about the band.”

Gods preserve me, I truly hope she did not say what I think she just said. I watch her walk away and veer from one gathered small group to the next, an easy word ready for every single one of her people. Alice may be young by our people’s standards, but she’s a natural leader, and her village has flourished since she took over.

Eve turns to me, a smile pulling at the edges of her lips. “You two could not be more different.”

“I’m aware.” No reason to resent Alice for putting the woman I love at ease when all I manage to do is hurt her. I strive to push down my irritation. “We don’t have to stay long. I just need to do the rounds.”

“Do the rounds,” she murmurs. “Tour the fields? Maybe kiss some babies?”

I’m flushing again. “Something like that.”

“Azazel . . .” She glances at the people gathered. “Could we stay? Just for a little while? It should be safe, right?”

I wouldn’t have brought her with me if I wasn’t sure that Alice ran a tight ship and held a deep hatred for Brosh and all of his ilk. “It’s safe enough.”

She surveys me. “But this makes you deeply uncomfortable. Why?”

If anyone else had asked, I would beg off answering the question. But this is Eve, and while we may hardly have a relationship as such things go, the least I can do is answer whatever question she chooses to ask me. At least she’s speaking to me at all. “I don’t think I should be praised for doing the right thing.”

Eve seems to digest that. She turns her attention to where Alice laughs with a group of children, each holding a ribbon attached to a stick. My cousin truly went all out for this ambush. Finally, Eve says, “There’s praise and there’s appreciation. If it makes you that uncomfortable, why didn’t you send someone else out today? Surely there are other people beyond Ramanu who can do this.”

“Two reasons: It may make me deeply uncomfortable to go through this song and dance, but it makes them happy, and I would have to be a monster to stomp on that.” It’s an effort not to shuffle my feet. “And I wanted an excuse to spend time with you. I knew you would say yes to leaving the castle.”

Instead of telling me she hates me again, her smile widens, blooming from a faint curve to something more real. “If you really want to leave, we can.”

I sigh. “No, we can’t. You don’t want to. And it would hurt Alice’s feelings.”

Her grin reaches her eyes. “Yep.”

“That’s a neat little trap you set for me to walk into.”

She actually laughs. Not a bitter chuckle. Not a choked, angry sound. A true laugh, loud and boisterous, tossing her head back. “You’re high-handed and aggravating, but you have a soft, gooey center, don’t you?” She leans in, her amusement drawing me close even though I know better than to believe this might truly be a turning point for us. Eve lowers her voice, practically purring. “Poor Daddy. Being perceived is deeply uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

All the blood in my body rushes south. I tense. Fuck staying here. If she’s going to speak to me in that tone of voice, I’m going to toss her over my shoulder and haul her gorgeous ass to the nearest clearing to fuck her within an inch of her life. Every thought in my head goes to how lovely she looks with lust flushing her body, how perfect her pussy is when she’s taking my cock, in . . .

Except Eve is walking away from me, a swing in her step, her skirt swishing as she glances over her shoulder and winks at me.


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