Page 91 of Knight’s Dominion

Her inner muscles throbbed and her nipples tightened to the point of aching. She opened her mouth, closed it. What the hell could she say to that?

“Zenon called a meeting. I won’t be long.”

Her stomach rumbled.

“I’ll bring food back,” he called over his shoulder. “Don’t fucking move.”

Grace lay there stunned as he walked out, but not so stunned that she didn’t admire his backside as he did. The male looked damn fine in those worn jeans.

She flopped back on the bed and groaned in frustration, while her belly did somersaults. God, she thought she might want that, to be punished by him. What the hell was he doing to her?

Ignoring her bossy male’s orders, she climbed out of bed and strode to the bathroom.

Her male? Nope. Not thinking about that little slip.

She needed a shower, needed to clear her head and leave Chaos’s bedroom before he hypnotized her with sex and punishments and she forgot her old life and never left this room again.

She was drying off when her phone rang. Grabbing it off the bathroom counter, she checked the number. Unknown. It could be anyone. One of her people. Vince was always changing numbers. But the tingle at the back of her neck told her it was someone else.

“Hello?”

"Grace?"

She curled her free hand into a fist. “Mr. Oden."

"Come now, why so formal?"

Asshole. "What do you want?” There was no point pretending anymore. He knew who she was, had just used her real name. He knew what she did to demons at night, had more than likely always known, and she knew he’d chosen the wrong side.

“Straight to the point. That's why I like you so much."

"You flatter me." If he picked up on the sarcasm dripping from her voice, he didn't let on.

He was in hiding. Had disappeared after beating the shit out of Vince. The knights had been looking for him. But finding the beast was the priority, and because of that, he’d managed to stay hidden.

"I require your presence this evening, Grace. And it would be in your best interest, and the best interest of those you care about, to attend." All the easy charm was gone, replaced by an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Where are we going?" she asked, refusing to let him know he'd rattled her. They both knew she had no choice but to do as he asked. He’d already hurt Vince, could hurt more of her people, and no one could stop him—not when Oden was in bed with whoever had control of the demons in the city.

"I'll have a car pick you up at eight thirty outside Revelry. Dress formal." The phone disconnected.

Fuck.

Her mind raced, coming up with a plan. She could ask Chaos to follow the car when she was picked up, and if something went south, he’d be there to get her out. Wherever Oden was taking her, rushing in ready for a fight wasn’t the right move, not yet, not until they knew what they were dealing with. He was in deep with a demon who’d summoned a beast and had the ability to control large numbers of demons at once. Fuck knew what else he was capable of.

He'd asked her to dress formal, which she had to assume meant there would be other people with them. Safety in numbers, right?

As long as they’re not all demons.

Shit.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she pulled the door open—

Chaos was sitting on the bed, dark gaze on her. “I told you not to move.”

She arched a brow. “I wanted a shower. And heads-up, I’m not your dog. I don’t sit and stay on command.”

His nostrils flared. “Who were you talking to?”