"You need to understand that you're not getting
away. It's impossible." She crawled on her hands and knees toward him, giving him a view of her cleavage. She noticed his hard-eyed staring, and suddenly the top disappeared, revealing breasts that would bring a lesser demon to his knees.
The garment had been a mere illusion. And now her stiffened nipples were an inch from dragging across his chest.
In a breathy voice, she said, "Do you want our skin to touch, Rydstrom?"
When she leaned down and grazed the peaks against him, her lids went heavy, and he had to bite back a groan. He renewed his struggles, which only increased the contact.
"These chains are reinforced, as is the cell door. Accept it, Rydstrom, you're mine."
"Sabine, you fucking unchain me-"
"Shh, demon." She placed her forefinger over his lips, and yanked it back just in time to miss his snapping teeth. "I know exactly what you're going to say. You'll say that I had better release you this instant, or you will throttle me or some such promise of violence. And then you'll pepper that with a threat about the future. Maybe something with a qualifier like 'when I get free.'"
She'd shushed him! "You see, my darling demon? We're so in tune, you don't even need to voice your thoughts to me." She gave him a smart-ass grin. "It's like we're already one."
"A threat about the future?" He raised his head, baring his lengthening fangs. "I won't just hurt you, Sabine. I'll kill you." So much at stake.
Another futile attempt to power free from the chains left the manacles cutting into his skin, blood dripping.
He was truly trapped. Which meant he couldn't get to his brother. To the sword.
To be this close to what he wanted, prevented by bonds even his strength couldn't break . . .
This sorceress had stopped him-she'd done this to him. She was the obstacle standing in his way. One small female would undermine centuries of toiling, of warring.