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    “Are you acting shy? You’re remembering, aren’t you? God, the way you moved.” His heavy breathing caused her whole body to tingle against the erotic beat. The lyrics filled the room, and she wiggled in her chair while the memories of Jason’s cock sliding into her pussy covered her vision. Suddenly, she was pulled into Dom’s lap.
    “You know why I played this song that day, don’t you?”
    “No. I just figured you liked it.”
    “To me, you’re captivating. You come from darkness like me. The way you were seducing him…fuck, it was so hot. But don’t get me wrong, I like the good in you more. The dark just has a way of pulling you into it, especially when it comes so naturally to me.” Dominic nuzzled her neck.
    “Well, I’m glad you’ve taken a turn for the good side. I always thought of you more as an angel, anyway.” Marcella pulled back to look at him as he laughed.
    “Oh, no. I'm no angel. I’m a demon. The two aren’t even close. I’m still capable of bad, but I like to think that I can do good at times, too.”
    Upset, Marcella looked into his beautiful face. “You’re no demon, Dominic. The only reason you have that status is because I gave it to you. I brought you back and sent you to hell. That’s not your fault.”
    “Well, if you think I’m an angel, then thank you. I think. Truthfully, I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment. It doesn’t feel right. You being an angel somehow sits well with me, but to think of myself as one leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” He quickly changed the subject. “Now, if I put you down, are you going to eat or just push your food around like you usually do?”
    “I can’t eat. Samael’s coming over later so I can shift, and I don’t want to risk getting sick because of all the twisting associated with the change.”
    The smile fell from her men’s faces while she took in their reactions.
    “Why does he have to be here? You don’t trust us to take care of you?” Ambrose looked at her, hurt. The moment he broke their eye contact and looked at the table, her heart dropped.
    “No, it’s not that. I do trust you all, but I need to release the demon, and I’ll have to be chained down. The last thing I want is for any of you to see me like that. Plus, it would kill me if I were to hurt one of you. The way I can project fire from my body scares me.”
    Dominic held her tighter. “I don’t care. I’m going to be there. This is what I do, Marcella. It might even be the reason you placed me where I am. Maybe I’m meant to control that part of you. I outrank you. You have to listen to me in that form. Until you overpower me, I’m your master.”
    “I forgot you’re a prince. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for you to accompany us.”
    The sound of a drink spilling brought her eyes shooting in Jason’s direction. His whole body trembled. Marcella watched the chair fly backward at the quickness with which he jumped to his feet.
    “Jason?” She rushed to his side as he stared ahead, dazed. “Jason, snap out of it and talk to me. What’s going on?”
    His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. Dominic hesitantly walked forward, grabbing Marcy by the waist and pulling her away from her boyfriend. Short gasps of air rushed out of his mouth as he continued to stare forward.
    The emptiness in Jason’s gaze had alarms going off inside Marcella. There was only one thing she could think to do. “Samael!” Marcy screamed his name, her mind too scattered to summon him. What was happening? She should have noticed Jason had hardly said a word since they were all seated by her throne. He’d mentioned music, but overall, he hadn’t made a dent in the conversation like his usual self.
    The dark angel appeared, looking around confused and panicked. “What the fuck! You almost blew out my ear drums. Plus, I was driving. I could have killed someone.” When his vision came to Jason, he went rigid and rushed forward.