Her Demon Prince (Forbidden Fantasy) by Cathleen Ross Read Free Book Online Page A

Rachael cried.
    Another
of the rocks spluttered and died, leaving one.
    The
demon pushed at the invisible barrier, fury crossing his handsome face. He
pointed at Phoebe. “This rock will not bind me much longer. Prepare to come to
me.”
    Red
light from his hand zinged toward her, wrapping itself around her. Slowly,
inexplicably, she could feel herself being pulled toward the demon as if he had
bound her with invisible cords.
    Rachael
screamed. “Phoebe, don’t go near him.” She grabbed onto Phoebe’s shoulders.
    “I
can’t stop it. He’s pulling me,” Phoebe cried.
    Galaden
stretched and when his gaze settled on the demon, Agrat, his mouth formed a
hard, tight line. “So, Agrat, you’ve come back to wreak havoc on the world.”
    “I’m
saving my vengeance for you,” the demon snarled.
    “Your
concubine doesn’t want you. I looked after her well. She was happy with me
tending to her every need,” Galaden said, his voice melodic and calm.
    "She
was my wife!" The demon’s fist hit the invisible barrier so hard that
Phoebe saw his knuckles split and spill blood, but the angel just shook his
head, a grim smile on his lips.
    “You
always fought better than you thought, which made you treacherous,” Galaden
said. He turned to Phoebe and beckoned. “Come to me, Princess. We have
unfinished business. The demon stole you from my father, the king, in your past life and he needs to learn the punishment for
theft.”
    Agrat
fixed Phoebe with a penetrating stare, his pupils pinpricks surrounded by
glowing irises. “Don’t listen to him. He means to kill you.”
    “I
don’t believe you.” Fear skated along at the edges of her memory, the images of
what had passed between them in her dreams too clouded with terror to bring to
the fore, but she did remember the angel folding her under his wing.
    Yet
why did the thought of running to him, even if she could escape the demon’s
pull, ignite panic in her heart?
    “Dammit,
Phoebe. Don’t listen to Galaden,” the demon urged.
    As
soon as the rock died, he lunged forward and grabbed her arm.
    Rachael
gasped.
    Phoebe’s
fear gave way to action as she fought for her very survival. “Get away from
me.” Reaching down, she grabbed the hammer off the floor and slammed it on his
outstretched arm that held her captive. She heard the crack of bone and the
demon released her as a deep warning growl left his throat.
    She
fell backwards, hitting the studio floor hard and scrabbled to escape, her
heart beating so fast it seemed like it was in her throat.
    The
demon stalked toward her, his face implacable, then bent and pulled her to her
feet with one arm. A dark bruise was already forming where she’d hit him with
the hammer. She tried to jerk her wrist from his grasp but even one-armed, he
was too strong to fight.
    “Help
me,” she implored the angel, seeing no alternative.
    Galaden
reached to his scabbard, though his movements remained stiff, and pulled out
his sword, which made a singing sound as he withdrew it. In his other hand, a
white fireball glowed.
    “Finally,
I get to finish you,” Galaden said to Agrat.
    “You
never had the courage to initiate a damned thing,” the demon growled, releasing
Phoebe and pushing her behind him. “Prepare to die, traitor.”
    Phoebe
glanced at the demon who stood between her and escape through the studio door. Just
to the left of the angel she could see Rachael edging closer toward the door.
She met Rachael’s eyes and mouthed, “Run.”
    A
white fireball came zinging at Agrat, who sidestepped it with surprising grace
considering his size. It hit the beautiful female statue of an angel, taking
off its head.
    With
the distraction, Rachael made a break for the door and was through it in an
instant, her screams for the police echoing back into the studio.
    While
marble exploded around her, Phoebe flattened herself against the wall only feet
from the door. She glanced at the demon waiting for her break.
    A
mirthless laugh left the