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 It had been months since she’d set foot in her own lair. What began as a short escape had turned into an indulgent exile, time enough for Ardat to replay every mistake, every moan, every betrayal. She was a demoness born of desire and ruin, one who had conquered more hearts and more bodies than she cared to count. Every lover thought they could tame her, every one of them left marked, wanting, or dead.
Dark curls tumbled over her tattooed shoulders, their sheen muted by the dim light that filled the room. Ardat stood motionless, her hazel eyes fixed upon the front door, the final threshold her roommate had crossed. She sensed, without doubt, that she would not return. The air was thick with absence, yet it stirred faint echoes of laughter, of sighs, of promises whispered against her skin. For a moment, the demoness simply breathed, her gaze distant, her mind tracing the shadows of what had once been and what might yet awaken in the silence she left behind.
Yet she was mistaken. Upon crossing the threshold, a revelation met her senses immediately and undeniably. The air was laden with the musk of passion, a fragrance both intimate and intrusive, coiling through the dim corridors like forbidden incense. From beyond the inner walls came the faintest murmur of voices, the languid rhythm of pleasure echoing in the stillness. Ardat paused, her expression unreadable, as the truth settled upon her like a shadow she had long foreseen yet refused to acknowledge.
Well, would you look at that,” she muttered, a low laugh slipping past her lips. “He’s home just like I said. And of course, he’s busy.”
She sauntered toward the couch, tossing her hair back with deliberate ease. “Did he really forget I can read minds?” she mused, smirking. “Adorable. He cheats, lies, and still thinks his thoughts are private. Mortals really are hopelessly predictable.” But, is her brother , he loves his fuckery around , she would have had his head on the platter if he were indeed her husband .

She observed with mock patience as they finally emerged, both dripping and thoroughly satisfied. Her eyes locked onto her roommate, and with a single, imperious gesture, she indicated that her should depart for good, if she could manage it. How original, she thought dryly, bringing yet another man into her chambers. As for dealing with her brother… now that promised to be entertaining. Really, how delightful, more family drama to spice up her day. I mean, more

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