He shot the two a hard look, silently reminding them that he could end them if he wanted to, before shifting his focus back to the crowd. With any luck, they’d not want to get involved in a potential dispute between him and the Lord residing over this territory, and would keep their mouths shut, at least until he had Selma safely out of there.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve been able to walk among this many people and not worry,” she hummed.

Kain shot her an incredulous look. He’d been very clear how dangerous this step of the plan was.

“When I was on the run, I’d never know if I was being stalked by a demon disguised as a human. And before that, I never knew if I’d see one. And if I’d stare too long—get his attention,” she explained, leaning her head against his arm as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Hot, heavy need coiled low in his belly at the little Breeder’s obvious display of trust, his mind fogging with urges to show her how else he could please her. He knew her own instincts were likely being lulled by his presence, that she was predisposed to his pheromones. They’d been in each other’s company for long enough now that his magic would be messing with the mark she’d been branded with. But that knowledge did little to help him concentrate while she was snuggled up to him.

“Stop that,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I need my head clear.”

She looked up at him, startled by his tone, but understanding broke behind her pretty eyes at the look of hunger in his.

“Oh.” A hefty blush spread across her cheeks and she pulled her head back with a jerk. “Sorry!”

Kain breathed deeply next to her, trying to get his body back under control. This was too important for him to let himself get distracted—one moment’s inattentiveness and he risked being snuck up on.

“Fucking Breeders,” he muttered under his breath.

“Well, 'fucking demons' right back,” she snapped. “It’s not like I choose for my body to get all screwy around you!”

He barked a hoarse laugh and constricted his arm tighter around her for the briefest moment. He liked this version of her—unafraid and confident in his presence, a feat not even many fully grown demons managed.

“All right, little smart-mouth, we’re almost there.” Kain gave her a tight smile, nodding for her to turn her attention up the street.

He’d been here once before, and the memory of that time made his mood sour instantly. It was a small and dingy shop, currently empty of customers as he pulled Selma through the door, the little bell jingling merrily upon their entry.