Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“No.” The word comes out too sharp, but she’s set me back again, and I don’t know how to deal with this. “Do not, under any circumstances, call me that.”
She parts her lips, but Azazel cuts in. “That was a hard boundary, Catalina. Respect it.”
Catalina.
A pretty name for a pretty human. Even the way she scrunches her nose at him is pretty. “You’re definitely a Daddy.”
“Catalina.” There’s a hint of warning in the demon’s tone. “Do not test me.”
“I live to test you.” Her smile goes sweet. “But I’ll be good. I promise.”
“I don’t believe that for a moment.” He turns to me. “I don’t think this is a good pairing. Give me a few days, and I’ll find you a suitable replacement.”
“No.” I don’t know why I say it. In the short time I’ve associated with this woman, she’s more than proven herself to be a catastrophe in waiting. She will create waves in my carefully balanced life, and that is the last thing I want.
But I don’t miss the way her shoulders dip the tiniest bit at his offer. Resignation. That’s the emotion. As if Azazel’s words confirmed something she already knew. It’s a direct counterpoint to her previous cheer that bordered on animosity.
“Are you sure?” Azazel watches me closely. “If she is harmed, your territory is forfeit.”
“I’m aware,” I say slowly. “I chose her. I’ll keep her.” I set the contract on the desk and sign before he can offer again.
The contract itself is nothing more than I expected. Azazel laid out the terms in his invitation. No harm is to come to the human, and while the respective leaders can attempt to seduce their prizes, they cannot force—by any definition of the word—the woman into bed with themselves or any others. Violation of the contract results in our territories being forfeit, a hefty price the others are willing to risk for the chance to boost their territory’s health with half-human offspring.
Easy enough to agree to.
I have no intention of touching this woman, and I certainly will not be breeding her. I have my heir. I will not compromise Embry’s future rule. Should ze want to mate with a human once ze takes the throne, that is zir choice.
Azazel frowns down at my signature and then turns that frown on Catalina. “I have reservations about this pairing.”
“Of course you do.” She’s swifter than I anticipate, plucking the pen from my hand, then scrawling out a signature above her name, spelled in English.
It’s done.
Azazel sighs. “Do not give me reason to regret this.”
“No promises,” Catalina sings.
I am suddenly sure I’m the one who’s going to regret this.
4
CATALINA
I don’t know why I’m surprised King Kraken takes me down to the canal where I first met him. I pause at the bottom of the stairs. “Pretty sure drowning translates as harm.”
He gives me a look. Or at least I think it’s a look. His expression hasn’t shifted from the cold mask he’s worn from the moment I caught sight of him in the room where we were auctioned off. If auctioning off is even accurate. There was no haggling, no rising bids. They just called out a color and claimed that woman.
I don’t know why the kraken chose me. He doesn’t like me. It’s written all over the derisive way he talks to me and the blatant distance he keeps between us. I read the contract. I know he can seduce me, but he doesn’t seem interested in doing any kind of seducing.
That should be a relief. I won’t pretend I’m not more than a little curious about the tentacles—truly, I’ve seen some inspired art in my day, and the possibility of experiencing it in real life is more tantalizing than I expected—but that doesn’t mean I want to fuck a fish. Wait. Krakens are squid, right? I’m pretty sure squid aren’t technically classified as fish. I frown and then shrug. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. His obvious distaste for me echoes far too many people in my life.
Even the tentacle-man doesn’t want me.
Truly, I just keep digging past rock bottom, deeper and deeper. I would have thought making a deal with a demon would be the worst of it, but apparently, I was not imaginative enough when it comes to disappointing those around me.
“I am not drowning you.”
I will never admit it out loud, but his voice is nice. It’s deep enough that I’d be drawn to him if not for the damned cold that permeates every aspect of his presentation. He holds out a hand, and for all that, there’s no invitation here, just a clear command for me to take it.
Now isn’t the time to fight for the sake of fighting. Azazel promised my safety, and while I don’t think he likes me very much, he’s painfully serious about the bargain itself. He won’t let King Kraken hurt me, especially not in Azazel’s own castle.