Free The Demon Duke and I by Marian Tee Page A

pull it off its hinges with a burst of adrenaline? Ah dear God, what she would do for a bottle of Gatorade right now!
              “Milady, I may not see you but I can hear you clearly. I know, for instance, that you have walked away---”
              “ Asshole,” she whispered under her breath.
              “---and that you have just called me an asshole,” the voice ended with a note of amusement.
              How the hell had he heard that? She froze, unconsciously holding her breath as she tried to figure out her next move.
              “And now, you’re holding your breath---”
              Temper won over common sense, and George snarled, “Okay, Mr. Know-It-All, you can fucking come in since you already know my every move.”
              She expected either of the two men fighting beside her captor last night, but instead another beautiful stranger walked in. He bore a faint resemblance to her captor but rather than having long golden blond hair, his was the color of wheat, and instead of weird-colored eyes, this man’s was a bright shade of silver.
              He had a confusing aura, one that drew her in and repelled her at the same time. George’s instincts warned her that this man was dangerous, in a sweet but deadly way.
              As the human girl observed him warily, Ilie took his time studying her dispassionately in return. She was… pretty but not gorgeous. What was exquisite about her, however, was her body, and the thin cover she had wrapped around it was incapable of hiding her abundant curves and most especially her magnificent breasts.
              “I don’t know you,” George said finally.
              The words startled Ilie. He had expected her to cry and plead with him, as most human captives did. But this one did not. He had known she was stubborn, but that was all. It appeared she was courageous, too – that, or just plain crazy. Humans did not need to know what they were to feel extra cautious, just like species that were prey instinctively sought concealment when in the presence of predators.
              Deciding to test her limits, Ilie drawled, “Actually, we have already met.”
              “No. We---what the fuck?”
              In the blink of an eye, the man had transformed himself into a wolf – a fucking giant-sized canine that eerily looked like the one she saw…last night.
              Her head shot up. “You’re a fucking dog ?”
              The wolf snarled and George hastily corrected herself, “I mean, a fu---” On second thought, considering the size of those gaping jaws, maybe it was better not to swear all around. “You’re a werewolf .”
              Ilie nodded.
              And waited for her to faint.
              But she did not.
              The human girl did look a little green, but to her credit, she remained on her feet. And then she started slapping herself.
              Your Grace, Ilie called for the duke immediately.
              What is it---oh. Silviu had linked with Ilie to see through his eyes.
              You understand what she is doing?
              Unfortunately, yes. As I understand, she has this strange notion that doing so will wake her up from a dream. Please stop her for me, will you? I do not want her skin marked in any way.
              She is insane, Your Grace.
              No. She just has…strange thoughts. She actually also---never mind, you don’t have to know about her other strange ways.
              Ilie transformed himself back, using his powers as a demon to ensure that he would be fully clothed as he regained his human form.
              Sheer shock made George stop slapping herself when the werewolf returned to looking like Chad Michael Murray with long tresses .
              George asked