“I just have one rule here,” Viago says sternly, his arms crossed and sharp gaze fixed on you. “No kissing the Demon of Vyrantium.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” you reply, certainty lacing your tone as you suppress a laugh.

Viago raises a finger, his expression grim. “You haven’t seen him, so don’t say that yet.”

“Contract’s done,” Lucanis announces with a self-assured smirk, his dark eyes glimmering with a disarming mix of charm and danger.

“Wow…” you murmur, your voice barely audible as your words momentarily fail you.