The growl of a demoness was almost a whimper.
A teenage girl with a scarred face framed by short dark hair and tiny fangs marking her as a demoness trailed her.
Deidre's eyes fell to the tall teen demoness, who was shaking and clinging to Darkyn's mate.
Darkyn's mate cast a worried look at the teen demoness, who was shaking.
Wynn stood with a slender teen demoness, half of whose face was knotted with thick scars.
He did a lot of bad things, and his mother was a demoness, a powerful one who seduced his father.
Kris's memories stirred stronger than he liked. He remembered Lilith, a beautiful Immortal whose laugh had filled him with happiness. Their love had been intense and brief, lasting less than a human year in total. One day, she was just … gone.