Darkyn's Mate

"The spirit of a human and the bloodlust of a demon."

"Bloodlust? No. I mean, I only want your blood. I think," she said, puzzled. "Don't I? Oh, god. I'm not going to want to drink the blood of others am I?"

"Only mine. Such is the nature of a blood bond."

"You hurt my feelings, Darkyn."

"Good. You are too trusting. What I do will help you survive."

It wasn't the first time she'd heard such a thing, but it sounded far worse coming from the devil than it had Wynn.

"I'm being summoned. You can fight me later," he said and released her. He strode towards a waiting portal.

Deidre watched him. It really did hurt to think that Darkyn outright tested others and they failed when it came to her. Of course, he chose two of the most selfish people she knew. She wanted to think that Gabriel wouldn't turn his back on her so quickly.

In hindsight, she really didn't know any of them. She wasn't an Immortal or deity. She held no sway in what happened or played no larger part in their twisted doings.

In spite of that, hope flickered through her. She'd helped Rhyn stop Darkyn's demons. Darkyn himself had shown some signs of being affected by her, perhaps not as much as she liked, but more than she ever expected.

Maybe she could make a silver lining here, protecting the innocent.

Breakfast was on the magic obsidian tray next to the bed. She wolfed it down, satisfied she was still able to eat real food in addition to drinking from Darkyn.