Chapter 4 : Fated

Nadya's POV "Come on, let us have a taste, sweetheart! I won't bite—MUCH!" Coming boldly into Gehenna like this without any family or fellow Templari for backup had clearly been a mistake. Even if I did find Jonathan passed out in a blood fountain not too far from the south exit. "I would rather you didn't…" It took every ounce of strength I had to hold her top arms away from myself, the second set flailed behind her, the angle too awkward to get a proper grip on me. "Seems like I might end up regretting it." The demoness had pinned me to a table, her body stretched out over mine, backward feet hooked over my heeled boots to keep me in place. The General of Lust wiggled her forked tongue at me, rolling it in a way that was meant to be suggestive. I mean, it was! Save for the leonine press of her mouth, which was odder than a true detriment, she was gorgeous. Drop dead sultry-eyed with a body that reminded me of mid-20th century pin-up girls: buxom and leggy. "Come on