He moved faster, still looking at her. His irises were burning flames now, undeniably demon and yet the look in them was so…human. Everyone else ignored her or wanted something from her, used her, but Xemriel was giving. Giving her his love, even though he didn’t know where that love came from.
Fire burned all around them, burned without touching the bed or the walls, an inferno born of magic. Heat rose in her, impossibly higher, as she looked at the flames in Xemriel’s eyes.
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