He didn’t expected her to be quite so upset about it.

    "Look, it’s not what you think. It’s just..."

    "It’s just what?" she snapped, cutting him off. Her hand shot out to stop his advances.

    "You think I’m a fool? That I don’t know what’s going on?" she huffed, crossing her arms.

    "You slept with my sisters! And at this point, I don’t even want to know about the others—it’s just going to make things more awkward."

    He knew he was in deep waters now. "It’s complicated,"

    "It always is with you. You think I don’t see the way you look at other girls? The way you flirt so shamelessly?"

    Ignoring the accusation, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers.

    This time, he didn’t wait for permission. He picked her up effortlessly, setting her on the desk.

    His hands found their way under her robe, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, moving higher until he reached the warm, wet center of her.

    Her body responded to his touch despite the turmoil in her mind. She gasped as his fingers danced over her sensitive flesh, teasing and exploring.

    But she couldn’t ignore the voice that whispered doubt.

    Was this just another trick?

    Another game to keep her hooked?

    Ariel’s eyes fluttered open to find him staring at her with an intensity that made her hornier.

    She wanted to resist, but just being near him filled her with a warmth she couldn’t ignore.

    ’I can’t... I just love him too much ...’

    With a sigh, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

    His touch grew bolder, more demanding, and she met each caress with a moan of pleasure. Her own hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his muscles and the lines of his back.

    Ra’s thumb circled her clit as his fingers delved deeper, exploring her soaking wet slit.

    Their kisses grew more frantic, their breathing ragged. He could feel her getting closer, her insides tightening around his fingers.

    He knew her body well, knew just how to push her over the edge.

    Ra stayed still for a moment, before he finally lifted his head.

    "How about you go with me? I already found a clue on how to escape this place."

    Her gaze softened as she met his eyes. She knew where this conversation was headed,

    And though she believed she could pull it off, she wouldn’t be able to see it through.

    "I can’t. I’m an angel that exists because of this world. I will cease to exist if I follow you."

    "We don’t know that yet," he reasoned.

    As much as possible, he wanted to get all his lovers to come with him, because he genuinely loved them all.

    Ariel let out a deep sigh. "Do you know why we’re losing this war?"

    He raised an eyebrow. "Because the devils are too strong?"

    "That’s part of it, but the main reason is because my father is not here." Ariel paused, her expression turning serious.

    "Well, that’s what we told the others, but the truth was..." She hesitated, the weight of her revelation hanging in the air.

    "He died after trying to escape this place."

    He stared at her, trying to process her claim. "He’s dead? How? "

    Ariel’s gaze hardened, a shadow of pain flickering across her face.

    "The boundaries of this world are stronger than we thought. Trying to escape it—trying to break its rules—comes with consequences. My father learned that the hard way."

    The implications were terrifying. If even someone as powerful as him was erased, what chance did she have?

    Ariel cupped his cheeks, her touch gentle despite the seriousness of the situation.

    "But this is also good news for you. If you really manage to escape, then the devils won’t be able to chase you either."

    He didn’t like the idea of leaving her behind. His heart ached at the thought, but before he could open his mouth to speak against it, images flashed in his mind, overwhelming him.

    "ARHHHH!" He gritted his teeth, clutching his head to hold it together.

    "Ra! What’s happening?" she panicked, lifting his head to check on him.

    But he looked different .

    He was grinning for no reason, and instinctively, she felt it—the sensation of pure evil.