Chapter 48: The Demon You Trusted

The court had assembled and I could only assume my grandfather summoned them. Humiliation burned inside me as my

grandfather dragged me down the center aisle between the staring gathering of family. Flashing red-tinted faces, glowing

amber eyes, elaborate costumes and polished horns whipped past, blurring the features of those watching with almost

identical judgment on their pinched demon faces. I stopped kicking and screaming, allowing Henemordonin to escort me for

ego's sake, though he moved so fast I knew I had to look like an errant child being brought to task.

THE BASTARD! Ahbi writhed in fury, slamming against his power over and over again. HE DARES!

He did. And, by the time he pushed me with incredible violence to the ground at the foot of the throne dais, his power

flattening me against the cold stone, I knew I was in serious trouble. And that he finally had me exactly where he wanted

me.