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The demon king watched me without speaking. I wrinkled my nose. \u201cThough he doesn\u2019t stare so much.\u201d \u201cHe does,\u201d Carmine said gravely, then faced the dancers once more. They were wasting their pelvises on him tonight. He didn\u2019t notice any of it. The doors burst open as two armored crimsons strode in. Sota and Steth, who walked a few steps behind in recognition of her lower position. Sota bent closer to Carmine. \u201cYour Majesty, you asked to be alerted\u2026\u201d Carmine nodded, then picked up my hand and pressed a kiss to the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cSleep well, enamai.\u201d He rose and strode off, followed by his soldiers. I rubbed his kiss off my hand, pursing my lips after. Carmine was leaving for the demon gates. Or at least to command the demon gates. Steth \u2014his mother\u2019s favorite\u2014was also occupied at the gates, and Carmine\u2019s mother wasn\u2019t in the fortress.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d spoken to Grandfather of this today, and my heart pounded at the swiftness with which fate had delivered me with an opportunity to see the dungeons. I didn\u2019t need the twinge in my gut to get me moving. The king had left, which meant leaving was fair game. Other demons were already departing for the night, probably ecstatic at the early end to festivities. I slammed my goblet down and made for the same door Carmine just left through.<\/p>\n

Nothing amiss. The door led to our personal quarters. The issue was making it to the dungeons without the servants seeing me \u2014and obviously, the guards. Though\u2026 the servant doors nearest our personal rooms wouldn\u2019t be in use right now. Not while the servants were clearing up the ballroom. There was nothing for it. No amount of waiting would make this gamble any better. Sure, the royals may go to sleep eventually, but Carmine would also return and hear me creeping out of bed and through the halls.<\/p>\n

An orange scale hurried across the end of the hall toward the ballroom. When the coast was clear, I cracked open the nearest servant door and slipped inside. I crept down, then pressed my ear to the stone at the bottom. I couldn\u2019t hear anyone, but the instant my hands pressed against stone, a warning flared in my gut.<\/p>\n

I stopped pushing. Footsteps. I tried again, but my instincts flared again.<\/p>\n

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Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by fines and federal imprisonment OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS About Kelly Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Wrath Curse While You Wait Books By Kelly St. Clare Join the Book Barracks!<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com ABOUT KELLY When Kelly is not reading or writing, she is lost in her latest reverie. Books have always been magical and mysterious to her. One day she decided to unravel this mystery and began writing. Her works include The Tainted Accords, Last Battle for Earth, Pirates of Felicity, Supernatural Battle, and The Darkest Drae. Kelly resides in New Zealand with her ginger-bearded husband, a great group of friends, and whatever animals she can add to her horde. Join her newsletter tribe for sneak peeks, release news, and disjointed musings at kellystclare.com\/free-gifts\/ OceanofPDF.com 1 \u201cHome sweet home,\u201d I murmured to the tiny and empty rock chamber.<\/p>\n

I guessed that long ago the Pinnacle was just a normal mountain of rock before someone carved out hundreds of windowless rooms and a single narrow stairway. When I\u2019d first visited a week ago, a bed, drawers, and chair had occupied my room. That furniture was long gone. Because there was a simple hierarchy here, simple in true demon fashion. The strongest players dwelled at the top of the Pinnacle with all the comforts, and the weakest\u2026<\/p>\n

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