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bare breast.
    A surge of anger flared in her
chest erasing the fear. “Get your hands off me, you filthy beast,” she ordered
before gripping the rent fabric and trying to cover her exposed breast.
    The monkey-faced demon smiled
showing small razor sharp teeth and his foul breath hit her face. His hand
formed a fist and he made to strike her.
    “Enough, Snarcus,” the prince
ordered, shoving him back with one sweep of his strong arm. “Concubine, you
will come with me.”
    “I am a princess. Not a
concubine.”
    His stared at her with eyes
dark and sensuous and the wild attraction she had experienced on the first day
she’d seen him at the palace was nothing by comparison. Her heart gave a
strange leap when his gaze moved over her body.
    “My lady.” The prince held out
his hand.
    But this time she fought his
entrancement. “You lied to me.”
    “Not so, my lady.
    “You gave me your oath!” she
cried.
    He bent, put his hands around
her waist and lifted her to her feet. “And you did not wait for me to return
from battle to honor it.”
    “What do you know of honor?
You are the son of a demon.”
    Her harsh words made his face harden and his eyes flashed with danger.
    “I am the first son of the
king. Come with me, Phoebe. Turn your faces,” the Prince ordered to the crowd.
“Any man who looks upon the princess dies.”
    Everyone did as they were
ordered, even the demons. “I lost hope. I thought you would not come.”
    “I gave you my word. You
should not have lost hope.” The Prince scooped her into his arms so that her
face was against his broad chest. She could feel the heat of his breast plate where her cheek rested against it.
    “Snarcus, bring my chariot.
The Princess will soil her feet no longer,” the prince commanded.
    She reached up and put her
hand on the side of his neck. Under her fingers, his warm pulse beat faster. “I
would rather die than go back.”
    His arms tightened around her.
Arousal flared in his eyes as he stared at her. “My father has been wounded on
the battlefield. His healers give him only days to live. I will take you to my
border palace and hide you away until it is safe.”
    If they were caught, it would
mean death.

 
    Prince
Agrat’s Border Palace

 
    Phoebe stood in the prince’s quarters sipping
wine, conscious of the prince’s dark gaze upon her. He was dressed for battle,
his red robe fluttering from the wind that cooled the chamber. Soon, he began
to pace in front of her, his sandals making swishing sounds on the stone floor
when he turned.
    “His Majesty has commanded my presence. I am
told he suffers with fever from his wounds and has only days to live.”
    Phoebe gently placed her hand on his arm. “You
lose your father yet you are dressed for war.”
    The expression in his eyes softened and his
hand moved on top of hers. "I am not the favored son, Princess, though I
am the eldest and heir."
    "So you walk into danger?"
    His lips turned up slightly. "Do you
care?"
    "Very much so." Whatever they said
about him at the harem, Phoebe could not believe he was evil.
    "Are you not afraid that I am half
demon?" He took her hand and let it drop from him.
    "No. That is not the feeling I have for
you." Tentatively, she reached up and stroked the line of his face,
feeling the difference from the soft skin of his cheek to the tight stubble of
his shaven face.
    Agrat stilled her hand. “Careful, Phoebe. I
have the same desires as any man.”
    "I am not afraid. You are the one man who
helped me and you stand to lose much by doing so. That is not the action of a
demon, but the action of one who cares."
    He pulled her close and held her to him.
"How is it that a young maiden can see what others cannot? How can you
know what is in my heart?"
    Phoebe looked up so that her face was inches
from his. She could feel his hot breath on her face, see the want in his eyes. "It is said that my race is descended from the
Norse Gods. I do not have magic or powers, but I can see