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Conversations dioers jockeyed for a better view
When the giant's towering coh the crowd to back his own friend
In a iant, "I know your type Though you've got no hope of getting laid, you need to assert your dominance You need to yell, to heave your breaths, to feel anything But this fight will not give you what you seek"
The stone de to see reason, he held up his free hand and backed away
Sounds of disappointh the tavern
Caspion turned to the female--
The giant tossed his tankard, soaking Caspion's chest in cheap brew, then he tensed for a fight
Caspion still attacked, his fist flashing out with uncanny speed It connected with the giant's jaw
Mirceo's lips parted when that demon's face fractured like stone
The giant collapsed to his back--unconscious and broken His companions cast shocked looks at Caspion, then scattered like rats
Gloriousone black with ferocity
Look at azes with such a warrior!
Though Caspion had won the fight, even more tension stole over him as he turned toward Mirceo His tousled hair tumbled over one of his eyes, and he impatiently raked it back Their eyes met
Nothing
Mirceo's dormant heart sank
SEVEN
Cas had scented Mirceo just as that stone demon hit the floor
After so long, the
The va an equal ance He wore leather breeches and a trench coat--with no shirt Only a prince like Mirceo could pull off that look Ael, too perfect to be real
A fallen angel; as he ogled Cas, Mirceo rubbed his tongue over one fang
Cas had wondered if theirencounter would cool Mirceo's attraction or make it burn even hotter The v
a expression left no doubt in his mind
Even after all this ti prince for what he'd done For what he was still doing Mirceo's needy ht in Dacia forever rang in Cas's ears: I've dreamed about this, beautiful Ride me! Use me, demon Use me to come
Gritting his deh the tavern toward the exit, beings darting out of his way He passed the va it off the hinges
Outside, he crossed to a rickety fence that edged a viewing platform In the valley beloas the portal to the Plane of Lost Years, aka Poly The large rift between di no hint of the hellhole that lay beyond--sweltering during the day, bone-chilling at night, and rife with violence
As he watched, Loreans stepped through the portal to the other side Gods help you all
Sucking in the cold night air, Cas struggled to control his thundering heart He caught the scent of sandalwood just before he heard a raspy voice: "You won't spare a word for your friend?"
Cas's shoulders tensed Friend? More like betrayer He'd believed Mirceo would intercede with his uncle Instead, the spoiled prince must've told the assassin how to find Cas
Trehan had descended upon Abaddon the saht Cas had fled Dacia
Mirceo joined hi out over the portal "I can't believe you fractured a stone de by your side--but what you just did was spectacular"
Before the fight, Cas had been lost in thought, wondering why he felt no satisfaction with his life He'd had coin in his pocket, a drink in hand, and a buxos here at the outpost Life was good
So ouldn't this emptiness in his chest ease?
The feenerous curves and a submissive disposition, who'd be all too happy to let him dominate her Yet Cas had felt zero anticipation for what he'd thought to experience
Life was good indeed--he'd worked his ass off to change his entire existence--so ould it feel good?
Maybe when he'd reclai? Cas turned to Mirceo "How did you find me here?"
"I heard you were heading to the Plane of Lost Years--for soured you'd stop at this outpost for a last lay"