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grumbled, “Yes.”
    King Balar just grunted.
    My brows pinched. “I did lock my door, didn’t I?”
    King Balar slid closer, almost touching, his heat warming my front. “It’s her place. She has a key.”
    I groaned, “I didn’t hear her lock it when she left.”
    After of tickling of haunting Warlock power hummed through the air, King Jerome rolled, pressing his heated muscled front against my back. He tossed an arm over my waist, mumbling against the back of my head, “It’s locked. Go back to sleep.”
    In the moonlight shining through the window, King Balar glared over my head. He pressed his body against the front of mine, smashing King Jerome’s arm between us, and curled one of his legs around mine, complaining, “Night, Lana .”
    Not moving a muscle, I quickly hissed, “Both of you Vow you won’t test me. I do not want to wake up, being zapped with your magic. I’m too drunk for that shit. I might end up hurting you.”
    “I Vow I won’t test you while we’re in this bed tonight.” King Jerome sounded grumpy as hell, shoving his trapped arm against King Balar. “What the hell? You’re cutting off my damn circulation.”
    King Balar chuckled. “Then move your arm.” His palm landed on my thigh, resting it there heavily. “I Vow I won’t test you while we’re in this bed tonight.”
    “Thank you,” I grumbled, wiggling a bit, getting more comfortable between their heat…the feeling pleasant. “And quit arguing with each other. Either be quiet or get out of my bed.” But only a beat later, I stiffened entirely when I felt Demon heat flash inside my bedroom.
    Tiredly, King Balar rumbled, “Everything’s fine, Justin.” He glanced behind him into the shadows where a man now stood. “Tell King Jerome’s guard too, before he busts in here.”
    Not a second later, there was a sharp beating on my front door.
    “Give Daniel the code—Empire,” King Jerome ordered.
    A blaze of Demon power flashed, and King Balar’s guard disappeared, and a charged moment later, the pounding on my door halted. I blinked, only relaxing in slow increments, and muttered, “Apparently, I’m a slacker guard.”
    King Jerome explained, “They’re our night guard. Queen Clover has her own.”
    “They’re stationed somewhere outside my door?”
    “In the general area.”
    “Ah.” I nodded, snuggling my head under King Balar’s chin. No wonder Callie hadn’t mentioned them. “Night.”
    “Night,” King Jerome hummed.
    Silence.
    I bumped King Balar’s chin with the top of my head.
    “What?” he mumbled, near half asleep. “I already said it.”
    “I can’t say it enough,” King Jerome griped. “You are an ass.”
    A quiet beat, then I bumped King Balar’s chin again.
    Instantly, he growled, “Night, Lana .” He grunted, muttering under his breath, “ For the second time.”
    My lips curved, and I closed my eyes in the quiet.

Waking sharply, I opened one eye, the other smashed against King Balar’s chest. My gaze honed on my clock in my fully sunlit room. I stared. Blinked once. “Shit.” I started wiggling, shoving myself up onto my arms, and then sat up straight and began shaking their shoulders rapidly. “Wake up!”
    King Balar grunted, instantly shoving up on one elbow, his curls a disarrayed charming mess about his head, so unlike his normal pristine self. He stared up at me with alert eyes. “What’s wrong?”
    Lying on his stomach, King Jerome rolled, rubbing his eyes, appearing pretty freaking adorable as he squinted at me, not so lethal in appearance. “Are you all right?”
    I let myself stare for a few beats longer at each of them, the view just that delectable, before I jammed a pointed finger at the clock, stating ever so slowly, “It’s one o’clock.”
    Both appeared confused before their gazes shot to the clock. Then they were both cursing up a foul storm of vulgarity, rolling out of bed on different sides, grabbing for their jackets and shoes tossed about the