The Demon's Price

SIENNA'S POV

I turned to Corvus, my voice barely steady. "Is Gael drunk?"

Corvus’s gaze flicked from his son to me, his expression tight with something dangerously close to fear. "He’s not drunk,” he said slowly. “He’s drunk on power."

My stomach twisted. "What power?"

Corvus hesitated for a second too long.

"The demon blood he drank," he finally admitted.

A chill ran down my spine. "Demon?"

Gael