Текст книги "Ties That Bind"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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“Want mine?” he said in a gruff voice, gruffer than usual.

She eyed the creamy mint but shook her head. If he was anyone else she'd take him up on that. Thinking quickly, she folded the linen in her lap and laid it on the table.

She gave him a false smile. “Thank you for the wonderful dinner, but I should really be going now.” She started to stand but he held out a hand. It stopped her in her tracks, had her sinking back into her chair with defeat.

“My brother isn't coming back for you.”

Arianna bit her lip to keep from saying what she wanted to say. “You don't know that for certain. I will wait and find out.”

“You've already been waiting a long time.”

“And I shall wait for as long as it takes. If you will recall, there is a contract involved that cannot be voided unless he is dead.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. In truth, she thought, it wasn't that he'd completely lost his attractive appeal. Surprisingly she still saw it—the rugged good looks she used to fawn over when she was little. She’d always wished she could’ve had “the other brother.” The darkness that had transformed him, for which she had no idea why, in a way, added a mysterious edge to him. A dark edge that hadn't been there before. It scared her. He scared her.

“As king I have the right to void the contract.”

“Only for a rightful cause!” she said. She blinked at her outburst and quickly reined in her temper.

“Seeing as he hasn't been here for a thousand years, I'd say that's a rightful cause.” His voice held a hint of sarcasm.

Arianna had had enough. She stood in a rush, planting her hands on the table and glaring at him. “Your highness, I will never agree to that—”

“Your opinions have no say in that matter and well you know it, Lady Arianna.” His intense eyes watched her like a hawk. Arianna couldn't stand it anymore. Whatever he was getting at, she wanted nothing to do with it.

“Thank you for the dinner. I shall return to my room now.” She turned from him and stalked towards the door.

She never heard him move, not even a whisper of clothes rustling. Then strong hands curled around her arms, pulled her back against his body. Arianna flushed with a mixture of emotions: outrage, anger, pleasure. The last she had the hardest time dealing with. His body felt superior to hers, strong and incredibly warm, his hands didn't hurt but kept her from leaving. He could have been cruel, but he didn’t grip her too hard.

“I am not finished with you, Arianna.” His hands slid up her arms then down over the soft material of her sleeves. Choosing the dress with sleeves had definitely been the right decision. Her heart picked up its pace, this time for an entirely strange and unusual reason, one she didn't quite recognize nor want to analyze.

He pulled her further against his body—chest to back hips to bottom. Unable to move, she fisted her hands instead, her teeth tugging hard on her bottom lip.

“I seek an arrangement with you, Arianna.”

“No,” she said, the sound ragged.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck. This close she could inhale his scent that smelled so different than what she'd expected; he smelled wonderful, like a man ought to smell. He pressed a kiss to her neck and her breath caught in her throat as pleasure bloomed somewhere deep in her belly and spread out through her limbs, warming.

“Yes.” He trailed his lips to her shoulder then down to where the sleeve cupped her upper arm and then made the trip back to her neck, but going further this time to her jaw. She resisted the urge to tilt her head to the side and make room for him. Whatever he was doing made her feel wicked and wonderful all at the same time.

His hands trailed down her arms, fingers spread open as they slid across her stomach, barely touching her. “You are beautiful.”

“Many women are beautiful.”

His warm strong hands trailed up her torso, stealing her breath with each inch he moved. Her breasts pulled tight in her dress, nipples hardening like they did when she bathed in cold water. The hard buds grazed across the material of her dress, the feeling sharper, more pronounced.

“There is more to you. Things that I like and appreciate.” His lips found her ear, teeth tugged on it. In a deep growl he said to shell of her ear, “I'm done waiting. I will have you, Arianna.”

She sucked in a sharp breath at his words just as his hands slid further up, and cupped her breasts. He cupped just the underside of her breasts and in the barest of movements she registered a massaging motion. Her legs went weak and only by closing her eyes and concentrating did she keep from falling down. Hot liquid spilled from inside her, dampening between her legs. She'd felt it before while learning her own body, but never ever had another made her feel so. She felt suddenly so empty inside and breathing had never been more difficult.

“What do you mean you'll have me?” she said raggedly.

His right hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her head to the side like she'd wanted to before. She felt bare and open to him, vulnerable—it made her heart race. His other hand moved up to tease the delicate bones at her collar before dipping down inside her dress.

Hot, blazing pleasure left her gasping, squirming in his arms. Her bottom rubbed against something hard and stiff at his hips. She knew what it was, and even as it shocked her, she couldn't help but think more. That hand of his squeezed her breast, filling his warm palm with her flesh and learning it. He caught the hard bead of her nipple between his fingers and teased it.

“Alrik!”

His breathing came in hot pants at her neck. Then she felt the wet sultry pass from his tongue as he licked a wet line up her neck. Chills spread over her arms and back until she shivered.

He pressed his cheek against hers, his breathing labored. “It means, Arianna, that I'm going to take you.” His hand squeezed her breast for emphasis. “I'm going to rock between your sweet legs until you come all around me, until I come.”

In a blink, his hand vanished from her breast, from her jaw, and cold air met her back. Breathing wildly, she spun around, dazed, to find him standing some distance away.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

For some reason all she could say was, “I did.”

“I'll call on you.”

He turned and left out the servant's door, leaving her standing there.

CHAPTER 13

Rosa Medina's shop, if one could even call it that, was crammed between two bigger buildings. Kearnyn paused for a moment outside. He told himself it was to make sure he had all the proper items with him, but he knew that was a lie.

Straight up truth—Rosa was gorgeous. Not pretty, not beautiful, not sexy, but straight-up fucking gorgeous. The kind of natural, makeup-less beauty that stunned a man, kept his eyes riveted like some kind of stalker. Yeah, that's what he'd be if he wasn't careful.

After seeing her for the first time and raveling his tongue back up from the floor, he'd thought of asking her out. But then after following her to ask her if she'd work for Telal, he realized quickly she'd rather date a dead snail. She looked at him like he was repulsive, like he'd start beating her at any moment.

Damn, that had been a slap to a face. He'd always had a big body, was just how he was built. But damn it all if seeing her look at him like some kind of freak didn't twist his ass hairs. Shit. It's not like he'd have a chance anyway. Even if he had a “normal” body like Telal or anyone else. She had the kind of face that made men write poetry and start wars for.

With a grimace, he turned the handle to the sound of wind chimes and ducked inside. He had only a few seconds to look around before he saw her. She finished shelving some bottles behind a counter with a cash register on it then came around with a smile, which died once she saw him. Her pupils dilated in a response he understood well, that he'd seen in many faces before—fear.

Shaking his head, he stepped forward and held out his hand. “Kearnyn MacTafferty. Telal's sent me to supervise over the work.”

She cocked her head at his hand as if he might suddenly make a move to strangle her. Slowly, she stuck her hand in his and just as quickly retracted it. Oh well, he held it long enough for him to feel just how soft her skin was. God, he was a creep.

“I didn't know I'd need supervision.”

He shrugged. “Telal has never worked with you before. He's a precise man, no room for error with him. Don't mind me, I'll just stand in that background. You'll hardly notice I'm here.”

“Like that's possible,” she said under her breath. With a brisk shake of her head, she motioned for him to follow her into a back room.

He had to stoop low as he walked through a partition of colored beads. “Did the shipment of daggers arrive?”

She nodded to cases with Demuzi Manufacturing Inc.’s logo on it sitting next to the back door. “Just this morning.” She headed towards a box, then stopped, turned back to him, not meeting his eyes. “You can sit there if you want.”

Kearnyn saw the small chair she noted and almost groaned. The damn thing looked tiny. No way would his big body fit in that; it looked like a child's chair. He debated over just standing, which he preferred, but he already made her nervous, so he went to the small chair and sat in it. The back of it barely reached the middle of his back and barely held half his ass. He held in a sigh.

Her lips trembled with a smile. Sure enough, she did seem to relax. She went to a box and tried to lift it with a grunt. It didn't budge.

“Here let me.”

She took several steps back to make room for him so he could pick up the box. She must be delicate, the box hardly weighed more than a few sacks of potatoes. “Where do you want it?”

He followed her nod and set it on the table, then pulled off the top of the case for her and returned to his seat like a good little boy. She went to the case and started pulling some of the daggers out when she stiffened, then shuffled around to the other side of the work table so she faced him. That was fine with him, he preferred it this way. He could watch her. Creep.

“So what do you call yourself, a witch?”

She spoke as she started pulling different items out of jars and cabinets. “I practice witchcraft. My powers come from my blood. We loosely use the term 'witch'. After the Salem witch trials in America we started using the term 'practitioner' because it sounded much more innocent to those who didn’t understand.”

Kearnyn sat back in his seat to watch her work, but that only scooted his ass further off the chair, forcing him to sit damn near erect. He stifled a sigh; he'd lived through worse things than an uncomfortable chair.

He kept quiet as he watched her work. She moved methodically: opening a thick leather tome to a certain page, grabbing oils and magnets. Today she wore another of those hooded robe-like dresses, only this one was yellow. He liked the look, the color looked amazing on her. Her darker skin and black hair only made the yellow glow around her in perfect contrast.

“Why do you watch me?” she said in a soft voice.

Kearnyn hid his surprise by looking down at his feet. “Why are you scared of me?” he countered.

She dropped the dagger in her hand; it landed on the table with a loud clang. “I...I am not afraid of you.” She grabbed the dagger in a fist and set her jaw as she got back to work. Her dark eyebrows pulled down into a furrow.

“Your actions show otherwise.” Why was he pursuing this? She looked like a Mayan goddess and he looked like a steroid-junkie meat head. Yet, even as he thought that he knew he wanted to know. Really wanted to know. Hell, maybe under her fear there was the slimmest chance she'd let him take her out. He almost laughed. Yeah, right.

“I am not afraid of you,” she said again, her voice a bit stronger.

For some reason he felt the need to push her. He wanted to hear the words from her soft pretty lips. Maybe because he was a glutton for punishment, or maybe actually hearing the words would make his mind shut her off from his thoughts like it should. He stood, and just as he expected, she took a step back, her eyes jumping to his, wide and alert.

“See, that's fear.”

Her eyes narrowed on his, then whether realizing it or not, her fingers curled around one of the daggers. That didn't worry him any, the blades hadn't been sharpened yet if she decided to use it.

“If I tell you will you sit back down?” His eyebrow flew up but he planted his ass back in the tiny seat. She let out an unsteady breath. “Let's just say that once upon a time I was with someone almost as large as you and he hurt me.”

Kearnyn gripped his thighs to steady himself. He knew he shouldn't, but he had to ask, had to know. “Broke your heart?”

She laughed, the sound hollow. “Broke more than that.”

Kearnyn's entire body froze, muscles pulled tight, limbs stilled, even his heart slowed to a steady crashing thud. “When?”

“Long enough ago,” she said after a minute. She resumed working, but now her hands moved slower like she had trouble concentrating.

“Is he still alive?” He already had plans in the making. They involved ropes, serrated blades, and a hammer. Good old-fashioned weapons made the best torture devices.

She shrugged. “No clue. Haven't seen him in years.” She hung her head and sighed. Then she looked right at him with her dark brown eyes. “I guess I need to apologize. See, he was a big man. Not as big as you are but big. I can't help but think of him when I see you. That isn't fair.”

“I understand.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, or disbelief. “You do?”

He nodded once. “I'd like for you to be comfortable around me, Ms. Medina. Is there anything I can do?” He probably sounded desperate, but something in him didn't want to let any chances with her to slip by.

She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Yes, there is! I could touch you!” The thought of her touching him combined with her smile, gave him the hardest wood he'd had in ages. Feeling very male in that moment, all he could think was that he knew of a few places he'd like her to touch.

But he didn't say any of those things and break what thin progress they'd made. “What do you mean?” There, that was safe to say, no sexual innuendo lurking behind the words.

She came around the table holding her hands out palms up. “If I may? Just let me touch your hands.”

Kearnyn felt a wave of apprehension roll through him, but he stood anyway. “You shook my hand in the stairwell, why didn't you do...whatever then?”

“I have to actually open my mind. Otherwise when I shake hands it’s just as if you were doing it—no magic. So, may I?” She almost looked eager, and hell, if it put her mind at ease then why not?

He held his hands out to her. He felt like an ass; he had no clue if he should lay them on top of hers, or hold her hands, or what. It was okay though because she took over and curled her fingers around his hands.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath that she slowly exhaled through her nose. He watched her, waiting for something to happen. Would he feel a pulsing energy, static electricity, or anything?

Then her lips parted on a soft gasp, her hands squeezed his in a tight grip. A look of...pleasure fluttered over her face making her eyebrows arch, her cheeks flush, and the pulse at her neck beat fast. His own body responded, ready to give her anything she wanted. But then she yanked her hands away; they fluttered nervously to her neck and cheeks like a flustered nun who'd just seen a naked man for the first time.

“What did you see?”

* * *

What did she see?

How about their naked sweat-slicked bodies writhing together. His head between her legs sending her to a feeling of ecstasy she'd never known, or how about their bodies clinging together as he pumped his hips, working his length in and out until they both screamed? Yeah, that. She saw all that.

She swallowed over the dry lump of cotton in her throat and put on a bright smile. “I think you're safe to be around.” Or something... Safe wasn't really an accurate word, more like dangerous.

He nodded though he didn't look pleased not to hear the details. Oh well, she so wasn't going there. She went back around the table to finish enspelling the first dagger. Her hands shook but with some concentrating she got it under control. He still stood next to the table and her eyes couldn't help but dart over him.

He'd been one-hundred percent naked in her vision, his body packed with muscle and sinew that glinted under the light. He'd made her feel something incredible, something much greater than her measly hands could do to herself in bed at night.

Now she saw him through a different light. No longer did she see a menacing beast but a possible...lover.

“You won't tell me what you saw?”

She shook her head quickly. No way in hell.

“But you're not afraid of me now?”

“No, no, I don't think so.” Well, just not in the way he thought.

His deep green eyes watched her. “Good. That's good.” He walked to the beaded partition. “Because I'm taking you out.”

Rosa gasped and then he swept out the beaded door, swooping down low to get his tall body through. She heard the shop door closing a minute later. Only after he'd left did Rosa collapse into a chair and bury her face in her hands.

What had she gotten herself into?

CHAPTER 14

Lily woke up on a choked scream. She panted, gasping in shaky breaths as she stared ahead. Recognition of her surroundings came slowly to her dazed mind. The vision had lasted longer this time, the images, though dark and blurry like she saw it through a grainy filter had been slightly more distinct. The dark man at the throne smoldered with even more dark energy, that fiery black smoke undulating around him thick like a heavy blanket.

With no sense of her surroundings, only a black void where she didn't know if she stood on land or air, he'd turned to her, faceless, only a black mass that signified a man, and held out his hand. Then out came slithery black oil that moved, twisting and bending towards her like a mutated snake until it landed against her chest, pushing and shoving its way inside her. Pain like she'd never felt in her life ate away inside her until she fell to her knees. He'd killed her. She didn't know if her vision was similar to the one Rosa had but she'd find out.

Climbing out of bed, she shuffled to the bathroom and used the facilities. Her next stop was her satchel of items from Rosa. She pulled out the drink she'd made for her pain and took a few good swigs of the stuff. It didn't taste bad, though not too good either; kind of tasted like creamy watered down herbs. She lifted up her spaghetti-strap tank and looked at her stomach. Most of the bruising had disappeared and already moving around felt a lot better.

She looked down at the bag and thought of the other special items in there she'd taken from Rosa's. She told herself not to do it, but the itching nag inside her guided her hand inside to the items. She pulled them out and used the floor as a makeshift table. She moved quickly, already the thought of getting the juice inside her making her hands shake, her eyes widen.

She had the special mixture made in less than five minutes but, shit, it felt more like an hour. Sweat dampened her brow by time she finished, her hands shook with a fine tremble. She grabbed the drink and tossed it back. A tangy burning sensation slid over her tongue and down her throat. And then a big smile crossed her face as she fell back against the floor, laughing. The empty glass dropped to the ground forgotten.

She burped softly and giggled more. With lazy movements, she came to a stand and wobbled, laughing as the floor swayed side to side. She hobbled to the dresser and pulled on a pair of jeans, high heels, and a t-shirt that she'd bought at the mall. She needed to try different tactics with the demon. Maybe some more 'conservative' clothing would do the trick.

She walked to the door and groaned as the high heels stretched her calves to unneeded levels of pain and squished her toes together. “How can women wear this stuff?” she said as she locked the door behind her. She went to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

The doors dinged softly as they opened. Two guards armed to the teeth stood outside Telal's door. She eyed them but didn't see the one who'd rifle-butted her in the head.

“Hey guys, where's the macho asshole who hit me with the gun?”

The guards looked at each other; the one on the right responded. “He got canned, ma'am.”

“Canned?” She grinned as all sorts of happy thoughts floated through her. “As in fired?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”

She reached for the door handle but the guards scooted together to block her. “Do you have an appointment?”

This again? Really, Telal? “No, but if you don't open that door and let me talk to him then I'm going to go all sorts of crazy.” She narrowed her eyes on the guards. “You wouldn't believe the shit I can cause. Just let me in. I won't be but a minute.” Lie.

The guard on the left opened the door. “Hold on, let me check to see if he'll see you.” Lily peered around him but didn't see Telal in the office. The door slammed sharply in her face.

“Are you really his woman?”

She winked at the guard. “Oh yeah. He's all mine.”

The guard arched a disbelieving eyebrow. “Then why has he ordered us to keep you out?”

“Oh, he's just playing hard to get, that's all.”

The guard chuckled and the second guard came back in shaking his head. Lily rolled her eyes and pushed past him, walking as quickly as she could in her heels. Remembering what happened the last time she did this; she spun around, glaring daggers.

“If you hurt me, I'll curse you. My best friend is Rosa el Blanco.” She hid the fact that Rosa was a white witch and performing spells to hurt or harm were impossible for her. Well, almost impossible. But most people didn't know the difference.

The guards looked at each and groaned. “Just don't get us fired,” the one said and they left, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Feeling even better than she had before, Lily noted the office was empty and the door to his bedroom shut. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and let herself in.

Telal Demuzi sat at his desk writing. While that wasn't unusual, what he wasn't wearing was—clothes. Telal looked up quickly then went back to writing, and then his hand stopped and he slowly looked back up at her, his eyes hard.

Lily took a moment to take him all in. He glistened with drops of water from a shower. His hair shone dark like royal blue, his golden skin damp with little droplets of water on his shoulders and chest. What caught her attention though were the hoops, golden ones in each of his nipples. Her eyes followed the path down his chest. Her jaw fell at what she found. He had a tattoo that spread from under his right peck down towards his hip and back. Her body responded with a growl. She couldn't decipher the image, could only see vibrant blues and reds forming some kind of shape. Maybe an animal shape.

“I'm going to fire those guards because of you.”

“No you're not.”

Lily strode towards him. Actually she sauntered a bit, letting her hips slide side to side in the heels like they were made to do. When she reached the side of his desk she noted he wore a towel around his waist and nothing else. She could have purred at all that strong muscle and delicious skin. His pecks were defined, the stomach muscles beneath packed tight and hard to a narrow waist with hips bones sticking out.

He planted his hands on the chair and started to rise. Lily mumbled “oops” and fell across his lap. She couldn't give him a chance to move, to say anything, so she acted fast. Her arms wrapped around his neck to pull their faces close, and then she slanted her mouth and pressed her lips against his.

The temperature in the room instantly soared. Her body responded, half-aroused at the first touch. His lips were soft like satin, warm as the skin of his back that she teased with her fingertips, and so much better than she'd ever thought. She knew he'd push her away, so she did all that she could in the little time she had. Her tongue dipped across his soft lips, then pushed inside to discover his taste. A moan bubbled out from deep within her chest at his decadent, sexy flavor.

She pulled back to angle the kiss in the other direction and press her lips against his again and again in soft, needy pecks. The sweetest relief came when she felt his breath stutter out from between his lips, and a hard presence push against her bottom. She was so easily wrapped up in his fresh masculine scent, his minty taste like he'd just brushed his teeth that it took everything in her not to wrap her thighs around him and force him to kiss her back.

But he never did kiss her back. Still, his erection didn't escape her notice, not in the slightest. Everything from her waist down clenched in response. She pulled back, looking him in the eyes, noting the wet sheen on his lips.

“Nice tattoo.” His eyes were hard with anger but soft around the edges with—dare she say it?—arousal. He rolled the chair back, put his hands on her hip, and shoved her off his lap. She burst out laughing. “Haven't we already done this?”

He stood, gripping the towel around his waist with a hard-knuckled grip, his erection tenting the cotton. “Yes, but obviously you didn't learn the first time.”

“Ah, but different occasions, Telal.” She pushed herself to a sitting position. “The first time I merely whispered that I wanted you to lick me from my lips to my toes and everywhere in between, especially in between.”

He scowled at her and stalked across the room to a hutch-style dresser. He pulled out clothes and threw them on the bed in angry swipes. “Don't remind me. It's not as if I forgot.”

Her smile turned wicked as she stood and stalked to him. “Do you think about it often?”

His head jerked. “Never.”

“Liar.”

She followed him to the bed to watch him dress. With an arch of a brow, she realized he'd pulled out different attire than what he usually sported. All black, sure, but nowhere in the pile of clothes were suit pants, silken shirts, and a leather belt.

“Tonight's the night isn't it? I am going with you, Telal.”

He made a sound that resembled a chuckle. “I'll tell you what, Ms. Bellum. You tell me why I should let you go and I'll think about it.” The white towel floated to the floor in a damp wad.

Lily's tongue dried up, her breasts suddenly felt too heavy for her bra. He kept his back to her, giving her an excellent view of taut, round cheeks that were made for a woman to hold...or sink her teeth into. He began dressing in swift, efficient movements that made her groan as the muscles in his back bunched and flexed with the effort.

“I, um, should go because I can help in case things go bad.” She wished she could come up with something better, but her mind had trouble forming a thought. The clenching in her belly turned tighter, hotter.

He pulled his shirt over his head. “How's that?”

“I have strong weapons, and I know some pretty good spells.” Unlike Rosa, she could cast harmful magic.

He dragged black boxer briefs up his long, hard thighs and she wanted to fall to her knees and beg him to let her touch him. “I have better weapons than you do, and your magic is a trick compared to what I can do. So unless you have anything else to add...”

“Go slower.”

He paused with his black cargo pants around his ankles and gave her a confused look. “What?”

“I said go slower. This is too good.” She couldn't hide the need etched in her voice; hopefully she hid the longing, though. Even she wasn't prepared to express that need to him.

He jerked his pants up his legs in one hard move then stalked to an empty wall on the other side of the room. A small digital lock of some kind sat on the wall. It looked completely out of place on the blank wall, but as he entered some numbers into it a soft whoosh of air sounded and a partition came out of the wall to reveal shelves of sharp, deadly looking weapons. She let out a low whistle at the sight of all that metal.

“Not bad.”

He shook his head side to side. “I make the best weapons. ‘Not bad' doesn't really cover it. Of course you'd know that if you knew fine weaponry.”

Ignoring the jab, she came up next to him to get a better look. He grabbed a pair of small throwing knives and curved long knives that could gut a man in two. The blades glinted under the bright fluorescent lighting from the partition and she had to admit the craftsmanship looked expert.

“When do we leave?”

He scoffed and closed the partition. “I leave soon. You've had your little show and fun, now leave me alone.”

She crossed her arms and glared at him. “Why do you always want to be alone? I know firsthand just how shitty it really is.”

He didn't answer her and only the sounds of his steps greeted her ears as he went about the room.

“Tell me how you knew my father.”

He looked at her, something close to surprise on his face. “You don't know?” He turned and went into the office where he studied a large map on his desk. A slow smiled curled her lips as she saw the pen she'd bought him sitting on top of it.

“No, I don't. He never said anything, to any of my sisters for that matter. Just one day he dies, then we get his will and see he's given us away.”

“The succubi do have a strict way of life.”

“Most do,” she said. “So how did you know my father?”

“We met during the war negotiations during the Great War. He was working under the newly formed Atal Warriors, and I was working with Tobius en Kulev to arrange the sealing of the rift. I was trying to help protect my people. Afterwards, he helped me to settle in.”

Lily took a seat in the chair across from his desk, genuinely curious. “Why did you help to shut out your own people?”

He laughed harshly. “Because Tobius is a lying sack of shit. The agreement was to close off the nether two realms below the shahoulin, my people. He lied and shut us all down there because his wife had been fucking some demon.”

Lily's heart went out for him. She didn't know much about the demonic people. She knew there were three different species, the magical and deadly jaheera demons like the ones that went after Chloe and Willow, the cannibalistic idummi demons, and the powerful shahoulin demons like Telal. If he had worked with Tobius then he must be important to the shahoulin people.