CARSON LET OUT a long, low whistle. "Well. That went better than expected. He didn't try to kill you, and he definitely tried to flirt in his own, sociopathic way. I'd call that a win for the first hour."
Lucson walked over to Mailah, his expression thoughtful. "He is fighting himself, Mailah. The demon in him recognizes your scent, but the Prince in him is insulted by the loss of control. It's going to be a volatile few days."
Mailah sank back onto the sofa, her hand going to her neck where his fingers had just been. Her heart was still racing, a mix of hope and heartbreak warring in her chest.
"He's still there," she whispered to the empty room. "But he spoke like he'd forgotten why he chose human wives in the first place. I don't know which version of Grayson he is."
