The sight before me nearly sent me crashing to the ground. My heart raced, fear pounding in my chest as I struggled to gather my incoherent thoughts. I’d forgotten I was in Malethros— forgotten he was a demon, a high demon lord capable of wielding magic with a mere thought as though he birthed them. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness, fixing on me. I stood still—not daring to flinch, to move a muscle.
With deliberate, almost languid movements, he made his way to the window, his imposing figure partially obscuring the bleak view outside, propping himself against the brick frame, and stealing the air from the entire room. A dark robe hung loosely over his muscular frame, offering a glimpse of his bare chest.
Between one heartbeat and the next—
“Suddenly, you appear terrified of me. I
