Free Demon of Vengeance: Chronicles of the Fallen, Book 4 by Brenda Huber

facts, she knew absolutely nothing about this guy…this demon . And he was a demon. She knew that as well, had seen him transform. Had seen the mind blowing monster he’d become. It didn’t make her feel any better. And it sure as hell didn’t induce her to spill all her deepest darkest secrets.
    “Where am I?” she asked, changing the subject.
    He regarded her in silence. After a long, uncomfortable moment, he informed her, “We’re at my farm in southern Minnesota.”
    She looked to the window, though she couldn’t see past the heavy drapes. “Minnesota!” She gaped. “You took me from Mexico?”
    “Technically, Sïnsobar took you out of Mexico. I took you away from him.”
    “Well, I have to go back,” she insisted, her panic and fury at last giving her the energy she needed to push herself up on the soft bed.
    The sensual line of his lips compressed. A muscle clenched in his jaw. His expression tightened, and his hands fisted on the armrests of his chair. His nostrils flared. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He sounded hoarse all of a sudden. Strained. He looked down, then back to her face, then down once more. His eyes flickered, going completely black, then blue, then black again, once, twice.
    “You can’t keep me here.” Panic seeped through her, cold and insidious.
    But she couldn’t give in to the threatening hysteria. She had to figure out what her next step was in getting back to her search for the sword. She struggled to the side of the bed. It was only when her bare feet touched the chilled floor that she realized she was naked, the corner of the sheet pooling on her lap.
    Mortified, she jerked the sheet up and around her. “Where are my clothes?”
    Sebastian stared at her, hard. His face a study in raw, carnal hunger. The way he looked at her set off a strange trembling deep in her core.
    “Gone,” he replied at last, his tone level, strictly controlled, despite the fire shimmering in his eyes. “I didn’t figure you’d mind as they were pretty much trashed anyway.”
    His sultry stare skimmed down over her, over the thin sheet she clutched to her like a shield. His attention dipped to her bare legs, caressed their way down to her glittery, Scarlet Kiss painted toenails, and the heat in his expression intensified until she feared it would consume him. Consume them both. Nervous flutters winged through her stomach. Careful to keep the sheet in place to shield her modesty, she scooted back in the bed and reached for the blanket as well, covering herself from toe to neck.
    “And as to the other”—his stare met hers—“you’re wrong.”
    “Wrong? Wrong about what?” She was having trouble keeping up with the conversation. Those mesmerizing electric blue eyes had woven some spell on her senses, certainly on her body. She was having all sorts of strange visceral reactions to him.
    He leaned forward, dropped his elbows to his knees and assessed her once more, his attitude…his body language…now reeked of sheer male power. Power and possession the likes of which she couldn’t even begin to fathom.
    “I can keep you.” The edges of his mouth curled up, making her heart stutter. “In fact, I have every intention of doing exactly that.”
    She blinked at him, as her lips slowly parted in shock.
    Those words, combined with the recent visual reminder of that supple body—the very same body he’d spent the last four days intimately tending—took on a whole new appeal. Sebastian clamped down hard on the lust swelling in his groin, but he wasn’t able to suppress it. Not completely. Hell, not by a long shot.
    Answers, he reminded himself. He needed to get answers first. Before anything else. The others were counting on him.
    And Mikhail…
    Christ in Heaven, the tortures Mikhail was enduring even now. Stolas had periodically been sending them sadistic photos of Mikhail’s brutal treatment. Apparently the bastard demon prince got his rocks off not only on vicious and inventive