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timbered, his ice blue eyes hooding as they slowly ran over my features. “Though this may surprise you, King Jerome, I do know how to be gentle.”
    He snorted softly, his warning gaze sliding to me. “Ms. Claire, you are playing with fire.”
    I shook my head slightly. “No, I’m playing with a Demon.”
    King Balar leaned forward instantly, but doing so deliberately, placing his face directly in front of mine, his lips curved, his tone a quiet whisper. “One and the same.” His grin was devilish, his brows bouncing once. “So, you do want to play?”
    Dangerously, I tipped my face closer, just an inch away from the tips of our noses touching. I whispered, “I’ll think about it.” Innocent, I was not, and he was scrumptious…but so was the other man at my table. “I don’t do anything serious.” No relationships for me.
    He chuckled quietly. “Neither do I.”
    King Jerome rumbled under his breath, “ Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    Not moving my face, I flicked my eyes to him. “That bad?”
    King Jerome waved one of his hands. “Definite man-whore.” His brows rose, taking a large swig directly from the bottle. “Don’t get too attached. He’s been known to break a few hearts. I prefer a somber drinking partner to a blubbering one.”
    I snorted softly. “You have to have a heart before it can be broken. And I’m no fainting fangirl.” My eyes swung back to ice blue watching me under his hooded lids doing nothing to distract from the sensual calculation I saw running through them. “I’ll let you know.”
    He growled softly in his throat, the sound purely intimate, only loud enough for my ears as he tipped his head. He placed his lips against my hair covering my ears, it the only barrier between our flesh touching. With his heated breath warming my skin, he whispered softly, “You might not be a fangirl, but you’ll faint with pleasure by the time I’m through with you.” His mouth pressed harder against my hair, rubbing across my ear. I froze when I felt the tops of my ears magically point from their natural curve as my gut trembled with the promise in his voice. He chuckled softly, feeling my obvious show of attraction. “I’ll even let you keep those garish boots on.”
    I cleared my throat harshly, shoving back on my chair to twist out of it and away from him—the stuffy jackass...definitely not so stuffy, but still a jackass to make my ears grow in public. The only consoling point, my hair covered them. Breathing just a smidge too heavy for normal, I gripped the back of my chair to steady myself past the alcohol. My gaze trained on the crowd, nowhere near him, especially when the freaking thunder damn near shattered the windows near us.
    King Jerome hissed, “Oh yeah. Gentle, my spell book. Look at her face.” A beat. “ That is not gentle.”
    My gaze snapped to him, scowling into dark eyes, even if I was turned on. “Gentle is for the weak and I’ve never been as such.” Holding his gaze a moment longer, steeling myself, I peered from dark eyes to ice blues, not glancing away, my tone quiet. “Don’t do that again.” Not in public , I left unsaid, but I knew he heard it even if he didn’t appear a bit repentant. My attention caught over his head, down in the masses where Queen Clover was shooting me a pointed expression. I instantly cracked my neck, barely glancing between the two men. “You’ll have to excuse me. I’m being beckoned. Feel free to finish off the bottle.” Not waiting for them to answer, I swiftly pivoted, grabbing onto the railing. I swung myself over it, keeping one hand on the back of my skirt so there was no flashing occurring as I dropped to the ground, landing easily to move through the crowd to Callie.

“For the love of God, just stop!” I shouted over the blaring hypnotic beat at the most recent man to jerk me from my fun, testing me with their power. I was drunk. Like normal. But these men were driving me crazy. It was still the first