Raquel’s POV

“Who are you? Answer me, demon!”

The demon, wearing the skin of a Sidhe King, tilted his head to the side, sun-bleached hair falling over one golden shoulder. It narrowed its blind eyes but otherwise did nothing. That was enough to vex my foolish Prince. Magic exploded across Regulus’ skin, mimicking the loops and curls of his wyrm tattoo.

“By order of an heir to the Night Court and soon-to-be commander of ...