“I could have gone with Future Queen of my Heart.”
“Hardy har har.” I tweaked his nipple and savored his yelp. “Let’s go home.”
“About that.” Asa pointed up to where Moran hovered above us, her outline shimmering with daemonic glamour. “She’s escorting us.”
“You know what’s most annoying about that?”
“That you requested them, issued their orders, and therefore can’t complain if they fulfill them?”
“Yes,” I grumbled without heat. “That.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he began, his lips tipping up at one corner.
“A dae prince might just give it to you?”
“Yes,” he agreed with a different kind of heat seeping into his gaze. “That.”