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her men. It was customary for her. Either it was Jason and Ambrose, or Dominic and Donavon. Never him.
    Samael turned to look at Ambrose. “Go for it.” The vampire smiled big and motioned for him to take their queen’s side.
    Pressure gripped around his hip and he looked down at Marcella. She winked and they were suddenly standing on the stairs. He looked at Jason’s arm around her shoulder and he took the other customary position. His arm locked around her waist and she nodded her approval. “Shall we?”
    “Abso-fucking-lutely,” Jason said, in his usual, goofy attitude.
    They began heading down the stairs, and the mass of people in the great hall came to a standstill at their approach.
    “Continue,” Marcella urged. “We’re just getting a bite to eat.” The large table at the far end could easily sit up to a hundred people. The far end was cluttered with wolves, but everyone knew there was one section not to sit, and that was the queen’s table.
    Samael headed in that direction and ignored the other people around. He’d never been a very social person, and time sure hadn’t changed that. It never would.
    Dominic, Donavon, and Ambrose appeared right before them. They took their regular seats and Samael realized that he wasn’t sure where to sit. He’d never eaten with them. Not once. Marcella must have realized it at the same time. She paused and looked at him. A chair magically appeared right next to hers at the head of the table.
    As the men stood outside of their chairs, they all took in where Marcella had positioned him.
    “Any objections?” The tone she used to ask the question was challenging. “I find it fitting, given the past circumstances. Don’t you?”
    A laugh came from Jason. “I guess so. I mean, we technically go by rank anyway. If you look at it that way, Samael is pretty much your equal in a way, Marcy.”
    “Not at all.” She took him in and tilted her head. “No. He outranks even me.”
    Jason’s mouth fell open in shock. “How so? I can’t see how that’s possible. He’s a dark angel, but you’re still over them, aren’t you?”
    Marcella sat down and they all followed. Samael took his seat next to his queen. It was time he took over from here. “It depends, Jason. Sure, any regular dark angel, yes. But you see, I’m special. I’m also a very powerful demon master.”
    “And…” Jason was still confused.
    Dominic grabbed a glass and looked at Jason dryly. “He’s the Devil’s son, Jason.”
    Golden eyes grew big as Jason turned to Samael. “No fucking way. How’d I miss that part?”
    Marcella groaned. “It was in the details, Jason. Now, enough of this. People could be listening. We’ll all talk about this later. This isn’t the time or the place.” She grabbed a sandwich from a large platter sitting in the middle of the table. Samael couldn’t help but watch her place the bread between her lips. God, he could feel himself getting hard all over again. He quickly looked down and tried to breathe. He sure hoped she came to him soon. If not, it was going to be a very long wait.
     
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    Dominic ate in silence. No matter how mad he wanted to be at his demon master, he felt his pain. He couldn’t fault him for loving Marcella. Hell, everyone did. What he couldn’t understand was how long the man had postponed giving into his feelings. It was hard to process. Samael had waited hundreds of years, and the restraint that took demanded respect. Even if it was in a weird way. Yes, the dark angel was stubborn, but he’d seen the love on his master’s face when Marcianna died. His feelings were undeniable.
    Everyone at their table was pretty much finished. Their next step was going over the plans. It had been done a dozen times in the last week alone, but Marcella was persistent with getting everything just right. As if on cue, she stood.
    “It’s time.” A serious expression crossed her face and Samael and Jason came to her sides. As they made their