The ancient demon shook his head in disapproval.
Since you are demon now, there is pleasure in it for you.
"There were two who attacked my mate," the demon lord said.
The demon blood on her face and arms disgusted her, just like the sight of the ease with which Darkyn shredded three demons with bodies like humans.
She slept with the Dark One – drank his blood like a demon might.
Her whole body was burning up with something she never, ever expected to feel for a demon: need.
You come back a demon and want to know what's wrong?
This one nudged the demon beside him.
He gripped her arm, spun her until her back was to the remaining demon and pushed aside her hair.
When the sand ran out, she'd have no Darkyn tattoo, no demon fangs, no Past-Death standing between her and Gabriel.
Whose bright idea was it to turn her into a demon anyway?
"I won't," she said, unable to stomach the idea that he turned her demon or that there was no chance she ever left Hell.
I am both a deity and a demon, which means you have both.
You will have the instincts of a demon and a human.
The blood bond is the greatest obligation a demon can take to another.
Deidre recognized the growl of the half-demon and faced him.
No one else can turn a human into a demon, and only demons blood bind.
The half-demon looked over her head at the group behind her.
No demon can waltz into the middle of my stronghold without being chopped to pieces.
If you were a demon and his mate, you'd be missing your head.
The demon lord gripped her more tightly and wrapped her in his arms.
She didn't fully understand the demon senses that Darkyn indicated were part of her now.
The demon side of her recognized what they were, even if the human side didn't.
Deidre sucked in a deep breath, praying the demon lord answered the summons.
The demon lord glanced at the dealer and tilted his head to the side.
The demon lord released her hand, silent, with her standing before him.
Though the demon lord didn't move from his spot, she was afraid of causing any sort of confrontation between them.
Deidre looked at the demon lord.
Gabriel faced the demon lord.
"He will pay for drawing your blood," the demon lord growled in a tone that made her jump.
"Gods, if I could send her home with that demon in your place, I -" "Gabriel!" she exclaimed, startled by his bitter emotion.
The demon lord was gazing at her intently.
The man in whose arms she lay was not only her husband by Immortal and demon laws but the Dark One who turned her into a demon.
The demon side of her was always turned on by him, the human side of her determined not to let him do anything to her world.
What I plan on doing to you would kill a demon ten times over.
At ease with the half-demon friend of Gabriel, she entered the shadowy land.
You've got the demon marking already.
He, too, was a demon, but he had a human body, a heart, blood.
The silver-eyed half-demon was tall and muscular, the air around him rippling with power.
We're going to talk about demon shit.
There were no longer demon guards outside her door, maybe because Darkyn knew she couldn't leave.
Unable to see what he saw, Deidre prayed it was Darkyn, and the demon lord wasn't going to join them in passing her around for dinner.