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and then brushed imaginary dust from the black corset with floral edging. When she glanced over at the two men again, their stares were still on her. She readjusted her lacy, butterfly-shaped mask and hoped it looked OK.
    Ariel gave her forearm a light smack. “Stop that. You look gorgeous.” Ariel turned away and Sera watched her scan the room.
    “You stop looking for Zak and I’ll stop fidgeting.” Sera knew it wasn’t true. Her fingers adjusted the hem of her corset as if they had a mind of their own. Nervous energy filled her. It was as if she’d downed a few shots of espresso before coming to the party.
    Ariel bobbed her head. “Not looking for him. Looking for the bathroom. I’ve had far too much wine and nature is calling.”
    Sera relaxed. Ever since Zak had abandoned Ariel as his familiar she’d been watching for him around every corner. “Let’s go find it. I can go get some air. It’s too stuffy in here and I need some time alone.”
    Donna pursed her lips. “Too stuffy, or you just want the demon duo to chase you?”
    Sera rolled her eyes. “Air. Come on, Ariel.”
    Twin stares followed her as she left the main room.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Carver watched Sera leave the room. His heart hammered against his rib cage and need burned through his veins. He could feel the desire to claim start to consume him. He tightened his grip on his glass as he scented the air, searching for her unique perfume. The delicate aroma of sunlight and roses drifted toward him with a tang of arousal that lit him up from the inside out. The urge to follow her, find her, and fuck her filled his gut as his dick lengthened and hardened even more. His palms tingled and his back throbbed as his wings threatened to break free. If he wasn’t careful he’d turn completely red, an indication that the demon side of his nature had taken control. He would know he had lost control completely if his fire magic manifested and his wings broke through the skin.
    If it happened, he doubted anyone would be too alarmed. His demonic wings were made up of red-and-black feathers on a frame of bones that looked as though they’d been roasted in a fire. But everyone would think it was part of some show the owners of the house had organized for Samhain. They’d probably just applaud. But he refused to be a sideshow for anyone, and he didn’t want to scare Sera away either.
    It had been too long since he’d indulged fully in his desires. His free hand clenched into a fist. Sharp pinpricks of pain erupted in his skin as his fingernails dug into his palm. Find her. Fuck her. Claim her. Those imperatives circled his brain like water going down a drain.
    He began to go after Sera, but a hand on his arm stopped him. With a growl he turned around to face whoever it was who dared touch him.
    His best friend, Thornton, shook his head. “Give her some space. She looked upset.”
    Carver couldn’t deny that. “Probably something to do with that Arthur asshole. You did send him far away, correct?”
    Thornton gave him a dark smile. “Very far away. He’s not dead or dealing with taskmaster demons, though. I think they sent him to LA or something.”
    Carver nodded. “Good. He deserves it for using her like that. Good thing Dina didn’t like him. Why he’s so lusted after in the feline shifter community I don’t even know. He’s not even that wealthy or handsome.”
    Thorn shrugged. “It’s because he’s a pureblood shifter. His line hasn’t been tainted by a mixing of the species.” Disgust filled his face until Carver thought Thorn would throw up.
    Carver shuddered. “They sound like the demonic hierarchy, too ancient and stuck in their ways. Idiots.” He hated all the talk of keeping things uncorrupted. Whenever he returned home to visit his family he had to listen to that nonsense. It was always about being the best or the oldest house, about being able to trace your line back to the Morning Star himself. Never mind that the