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Best Day Ever "Paris, I’d like you tome prisoner up here in heaven"

Instantly Paris morphed from confusion to fury "Return my weapons and I’ll kill hi a hand over her heart "Why is it we haven’t slept together yet?"

Lysander snarled low in his throat

"What?" she asked hiatelife But anyway, let me finish the introductions Lysander, I’d like you to ust layered Lysander’s voice "He rin lifted the corners of her lips, this one s "Actually, he can bed men, too His demon’s not picky I do hope you’ll keep that in ainst each other"

Lysander took aon?" Paris de now Bianka kneas picky even if his demon wasn’t

"Oh, didn’t I tell you? Lysander gave et whatever I want and I want you guys to wrestle And when you’re done, you’ll find Kaia and tell her what’s happened, that I’el and can’t leave Well, I can’t leave until he gets so sick of me he allows the cloud to release hed "Or until Paris kills you But I hope you guys will play nice for a little while, at least Do you have any idea how sexy you both are right now? And if you want to kiss or so around, don’t letto look unco Gith the wedding, and thinks you’re hiding to get out of your maid of honor duties"

"I am not maid of honor, daht with affection

"That’s not what she says Anyway, I don’tanother dude to ael I need to return to--"

"No need to thank me" She held out her hands "A bowl of Lysander’s popcorn, please" The bowl appeared, the scent of butter wafting to her nose "Now then Let’s get this party started Ding, ding," she said, and settled down to watch the battle

CHAPTER SEVEN

LYSANDER COULD NOT BELIEVE what he was being forced to do He was angry, horrified and, yes, contrite Hadn’t he done so similar to Bianka? Granted, he hadn’t stripped her down Hadn’t pitted her against another feainWhat rong with him?

"I will set you free," he told Bianka And sweet Holy Deity, she looked beautiful More te Now she wore a green and black tank that bared her golden arms Were those arms as soft as they appeared? Don’t think like that Her shirt stopped just above her navel, ue yearn to dip inside What did I just say? Don’t think like that Her pants were the sa low on her hips

He’d co by that outfit, she’d been ready for combat That…excited him Not because their bodies would have been in close proxiotten his hands on her--again, really--but because, if she injured hiht to end her life Finally

But he’d coettable lesson instead He’d been wrong to whisk her to his hoht be his enemy in ways she didn’t understand, but he never should have put his will above hers He should have allowed her to live her life as she saw fit

That’s why he existed in the first place To protect free will

When this wrestling match ended, he would free her as he’d proh Closely And when she made a mistake, he would strike her down And she would Make a mistake, that is As a Harpy, she wouldn’t be able to help herself He wished it hadn’t come to that He wished she could have been happy here with hi her did not sadden him He would not miss her She’d placed him in a vat of oil to wrestle with another man, for Lord’s sake

There was suddenly a bitter taste in his mouth

"Bianka," he prompted "Have you no response?"

"Yes, you will set rin She twirled a strand of that dark-as-night hair around her finger "After Now, I do believe I rang the starting bell"

Her words were slightly slurred from the wine she’d consumed A drunken menace, that’s what she was And he would not ain

The bitterness intensified