Perched on top of Dante's lap, I looked around the audience room. The demons on the floor looked everywhere but at me, and I could almost taste the fear coming off them.
Lucky for them, it wasn't them that I wanted to fuck with at the moment.
My eyes scanned over my guys, even as I tried to bite back the smirk on my face. I needed someone fun, someone who would give me everything that I wanted.
My eyes landed on my target, and I couldn't help the purr that came out of my mouth.
Eric.
He was trying very hard not to make eye contact—rigid in his wooden throne, arms crossed like he could somehow shield himself from the attention I was about to dump on him like glitter from a cursed piñata.
He was so determined to fade into the background that there was only one thing I could do.
I pointed right at him.
"You. Up," I smirked, sliding off Dante's lap and skipping toward my target.
