Hell might be a kingdom, but it was a wasteland, and the last place Micah ever wanted Adele to be. This possibility had never crossed his mind. After all, who would have thought a creature like him would ever get a matebond?
Moreover, none of them had ever cared about him before. And now suddenly, Rivere was all over his case.
Prince Rivere. Asmodeus's favorite son, or at least, he strutted around as though he were. Demons didn't show parental concern the way mortals did, but Rivere had always been the one Asmodeus called upon, always the one entrusted with the affairs of the Court of Hunger. No wonder Rivere viewed himself as their father's rightful heir.
Micah, on the other hand, had always steered clear of the endless political games played by the millions of Asmodeus's spawn. Which is why Rivere's sudden interest in him was still a shock.
Rivere chuckled wickedly and said, "We'll test just how much this mate of yours loves you."
