Selene was back in Silverfen, her nerves stretched thin. With Maravelle's escape, she knew it was only a matter of time before the guards came for her.
She knew he was working for Prince Eryn.
A soft ripple of air brushed her neck.
Rhylen appeared behind her, silent as a shadow.
She snarled. "You. What do you want?"
He smiled lazily. "You do realize we're practically engaged, right?"
Selene let out a sharp laugh. "You're out of your mind."
Rhylen stepped closer, his voice low and smooth. "What if I fix your little problem? I can make the queen forget she ever saw you with the sorcerer."
Her heart stopped. "How?"
"I'm a demon prince," he said simply. "Memory is a small thing to carve."
Selene swallowed. "Th-then… do it."
He held out his hand. "On one condition. Be my mate."
"Buzz off."
"Alright," he said lightly, turning away. "Enjoy death by hanging then."
"Wait."
He paused mid-step, his head tilting just a little, as if he had expected that word all along.
