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blond demon rolled a large wooden tub into the room and set it down by the fire. Others entered behind him, carrying pitchers of steaming water.
    A bath.
    Sable wanted one of those too. She needed to relax before she could even think about showing her face at the feast. She wanted to scrub away her shame and embarrassment, and unwind.
    She leaned out into the hall and looked along it towards her room.
    A big dark-haired male stood there with another tub and an impatient look on his rugged face.
    “Got to dash.” She looked over her shoulder to Loren and Olivia, at the tub and then back at them. “Try to keep the volume turned down when you’re scrubbing her back, Big Guy.”
    Loren blushed and he blushed hard.
    Sable tossed him a victorious grin and shot from the room. The demon waiting with the tub scowled at her and then something flickered in his dark red eyes and he straightened and bowed his head. She grimaced when she recognised him as one of the demons from the courtyard. Just great. She got to have her tub delivered by someone who had witnessed the whole debacle with his king.
    “Roll it in, Big Guy.” She pushed her door open and waved him on. He grunted something under his breath and heaved the tub forwards, picked it up with one hand on the rim, walked to the fireplace off to her left and set it down. She hadn’t meant to challenge his strength but he had clearly taken her pet term and words as just that. Maybe he wasn’t good with English.
    He flicked her another glance, raking his gaze over her from head to toe this time, curled his lip and stalked off.
    Not stalked. Limped.
    Great. Not just a witness but one of the ones she had shot.
    “Sorry,” she called after him but he didn’t stop.
    He disappeared around the corner and the other demons filed in, depositing the hot water into the tub.
    Water in Hell. Back at Archangel, she had wondered if they would have such things in this part of Hell. Loren’s kingdom had water but then they had portals that channelled a river through their lands. Where did this kingdom get its water?
    Probably through portals. Demons could teleport too.
    Sable closed the door after the last demon had left and turned to the bed.
    A beautiful sky-blue dress lay on top of the furs. She crossed the room to it and gazed down at the gauzy layers of fabric and the elegant silver metalwork of the corset beside it. It took her breath away. She had never worn anything so beautiful or so feminine.
    A vision of her walking into the great hall and Thorne going wild for her the moment he set eyes on her rose into her mind.
    She shut it out. She couldn’t let things go that way. She was here on an important mission, one that would decide the fate of Thorne’s kingdom. She couldn’t let her desire get the better of her. She couldn’t become a distraction for Thorne.
    She couldn’t give him the impression that she wanted him, even when she burned for him.

CHAPTER 3
    T horne was finding it impossible to concentrate. He stood in the middle of the great hall of his castle, fighting the worst case of nerves he had ever experienced. He hadn’t felt this uneasy when he had gone into his first battle at the tender age of five hundred.
    His father should have warned him that females were this complicated, confusing and dangerous.
    He tried to focus on what Lord Van der Garde of the vampires was telling him about his latest victory on the battlefield and instead ended up wondering if the handsome, dark-haired male had much experience of females.
    Thorne would bet good grog that he had much experience of the fairer sex.
    Even now, some of the court females were clinging to the vampire commander, hanging on his every word as they stroked his arms through the sleeves of his crisp black knee-length jacket and teasingly caressed the shiny silver clasp on the front of the stand-up collar.
    They seemed impressed by the tale he recounted, talking of the Preux Chevaliers corps and how they had decimated