“And to lose my seal.”
“So after all the pressure and fury have churned in this volcano for millennia, diamonds appear?”
“Just so.”
“Then this place is just like your life. The diamonds could be . . . your future.”
He cast her a brows-drawn look. “Yes.” With another wave of his hand, he used magic to pluck a huge diamond from the ceiling. When he offered it to her, the stone refracted the light from his glyphs, illuminating his hypnotic eyes. She saw so many things in his expression.
Hope. Need.
Love.
She raised a hand to trace a beam gliding over his face. “Can you let go of the pressure and fury and forgive the past?”
Abyssian nodded. “I can. I will.” He placed the diamond into her palm and closed her fingers over it. “My future is yours.”
FIFTY
Her demon was asleep.
Lila sat up in their bed, surveying Abyssian as sea breezes and moonlight stole inside their tower. The storm from earlier had ended.
Eyes shut, he lay on his back. His face was at peace, his breaths deep and even. She’d never seen him like this.
After another bout in the cave, he’d traced her back here. Then he’d taken her once more, slowly. He’d pressed kisses to the corners of her lips, her lids, her cheeks—adoring her.
Then he’d laid his big hand over her belly, gazing at her with a question in his eyes.
She’d simply nodded.
Though she’d been ready for another round after that, he’d refused, saying, “We need to pace ourselves in the beginning. We have time.”
Now she leaned forward, ghosting her fingers just above his face, tracing his features—his stern brow, his proud nose, his lean cheeks. Those sensual lips.
This male, so different from her, was her soul’s match. He’d shown her what being treated like a queen felt like.
Her former fiancé Saetth could never have given her that. Fresh from a night with Abyssian, she comprehended all the more just how cowardly and selfish Saetth had been.
She shuddered to think how close she’d come to missing out on Abyssian.
Tomorrow, she would tell the demon everything, revealing all about Magh and N?x and Saetth.
Lila would confess her feelings for Abyssian, knowing he felt the same. She gazed at the mantel. To the right of the scepter sat their diamond. If he truly let go of the past and embraced their future, he would understand what had driven her to undertake Saetth’s mission.
If the demon loved her, he would accept her bloodline.
Once she and Abyssian worked through her secrets, she would ask his advice on what should be done about her kingdom. She had a feeling her cousin’s days as ruler were numbered. . . .
The demon’s eyes darted behind his lids, his breaths growing erratic. His fist clenched and unclenched, as if grasping for her.
Heart aching, she smoothed his brow and whispered, “You are the most beautiful male I’ve ever known.”
His eyes opened. “Calliope?” He blinked as if surprised to find her beside him. He reached for her, his strong arms enfolding her. “I never want to wake up without you.” He kissed her neck—her marking.
“Abyssian . . .”
“Yes, love?”
“You’re my mate too.”
She heard him swallow thickly as he pulled her closer. In Demonish, he murmured, “And that is why you own my heart.”
As she drifted to sleep in the shelter of his wings, she thought, I’m in love with Abyssian Infernas.
Sian remained awake after she’d fallen asleep.
Savoring this satisfaction, he gazed at her mark. His possessiveness surged again, but so did his tenderness toward her.
He would replay her words for eternity. You’re my mate too. After so much misery, his mind could barely reconcile a life with a passionate, brilliant mate he adored.
And with their children as well. She wanted younglings with him!
In every way, Calliope had been worth the wait. He could’ve gone twenty thousand years if he’d known this night awaited him.
At last he understood what spending felt like: inconceivable ecstasy. But more powerful than the physical pleasure was the feeling of connection with Calliope. Sian now comprehended the bond only a mated male could experience.
Maybe their history was supposed to have happened—to lead them to this present. Without Kari’s betrayal, he never would’ve sought out his father’s former alliance and been received into the M?ri?r. Sian might not have matured from a cocksure and conceited demon prince.
He was different, stronger. Calliope was as well. Maybe we are both better.
Her limbs started to twitch. More dreams. He delved, finding her blocks wavering. He’d hesitated to probe her dreams before, but she was his claimed mate now. They were one.
He dipped into her thoughts. Flashes of scenes raced through her mind. She dreamed as quickly as she ran!
In one snippet, she sat in the grassy yard of a mansion, playing with her dolls. She was miserably lonely, already knowing that she needed more love than her precious dolls could give her. She heard a male’s deep voice from a distance, and she gave a cry. It’s him! My betrothed has come to see me!
Sian could feel the love she had for that male.
His instincts warned that he didn’t want to see whatever might follow. He told himself to get out of her thoughts.
Who was her betrothed? Damn it, who?
The dream began to speed up even more, her memories bombarding him. They arose from all different times in her life, in no order.
One face stood out among many. A male. Blond and tall. Handsome.
Wait, was that . . . N?x in one of her memories?
Calliope must be experiencing imaginary scenes. She’d told him that she didn’t know the Valkyrie.
But how could Calliope dream what N?x looked and sounded like unless those two were acquainted?
Why would his mate lie unless . . . ? He gazed down at her sleeping face. Lila, I beg: please don’t have betrayed me. He could not have waited all this time only to be deceived again.