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Authors: Marian Tee,Lynn Red,Kate Richards,Dominique Eastwick,Ever Coming,Lila Felix,Dara Fraser,Becca Vincenza,Skye Jones,Marissa Farrar,Lisbeth Frost

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She snarled back, thinking absently that death was the only thing that could make her act this…childish. She was suffering from internal bleeding, with possibly severe injuries to a vital organ.

She calculated the time it would take her to die, and it wasn’t that long.

If you can hear me, please just save my soldiers.

Please.

Soleil closed her eyes as she started to unclip the grenades.

But nothing happened.

Instead, she felt wind so strong blowing over her, stinging her face, and somehow that wind managed to snatch the grenades out of her fingers. She heard it explode in the distance, and her eyes flew open.

Oh!

The grenades had been thrown into the hellhole, and it vanished a moment later, Hell protecting itself from more attacks at the expense of its spawn. Placing her hand over her wound, she looked around dazedly as she heard a tremendous cry of pain. Following the sound, she saw the demon that had attacked her falling to the floor, its decapitated head rolling towards her before it was crushed under the weight of stampeding…imps.

The imps were running away – from what?

She tried to see what was after them and caught sight of a streak of white, too fast for her eyes to follow as it slashed its way around the room.

Oh.

He had come.

A cacophony of cries and squeals filled the basement hall, imps dying left and right—

Then she saw her soldiers breaking inside, fighting—

Nausea hit her, and she fell back to the floor.

Thank you.

She closed her eyes.

And almost right after, she found herself being lifted and cradled in powerful arms—

Pain pierced her throat, and she choked.

Blood filled her mouth.

Nooooooo—--

In her mind, she heard his voice for the first time.

Why have you only called for me now?

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“Le Marquis di Lunare,” the butler announced regally, and as the baron’s visitor strode forward, the butler bowed and did his best not to run away.
There was something different about the marquis,
the butler thought with a shiver of fear. Terrifyingly different, with the way marquis had made the vast parlor feel small and suffocating with his commanding height and dark presence.

His employer was all smiles, however, the grey-haired baron offering his hand as he said, “A pleasure to welcome you in my humble abode, milord.”

“The pleasure is mine,” the marquis replied with suave charm, “especially since you’ve been kind enough to meet me even at such short notice.”

“It’s nothing,” Charles dismissed it even though he was quite impressed at the other man’s show of respect, which was unnecessary, considering Charles was inferior in ranking. He gestured to the chaise, saying, “Have a seat, milord.” He pulled a bell, and a maid appeared to serve them tea and scones.

From there, both men effortlessly fell into a pleasant stream of civility, the two of them tacitly agreeing to use the time to size each other up.

Charles raised his cup for another sip, thinking that everything he had heard about Ilie Marcovici being an incurable rake was likely to be true.

Like most Corinthians, Ilie was dressed elegantly, and his choice of colors was bold but refined, with his burgundy coat a good match for his tan-colored breeches. He wore his hair simply, too, unpowdered and tied back with a plain black ribbon. No doubt the marquis was aware that his icy-blond locks were more than eye-catching enough to have all ladies swooning over him.

There was a lull in their conversation, and the marquis murmured, “I would have left my card and waited for your response if the matter wasn’t urgent.”

“Urgent, you say.” Charles’ tone gave nothing away.

“Yes, milord. Extremely urgent, actually.” The marquis’ lips curved in a smile, revealing the briefest glimpse of fangs. “’Tis why I’ve given you as much time as possible to make your decision.”

And now it was time to play,
Charles thought,
only he wasn’t going up against any ordinary nobleman.

This was Ilie Marcovici, and one should never forget that the marquis came from one of the kingdom’s noblest shapeshifting lines as well as being the bastard of the Duke of Lunare.

It meant Ilie was part-wolf, part-demon, which in turn made the marquis one of the most ruthless creatures of the world.

“Baron?” The marquis set his cup down, his movement so elegant it was hard to imagine that his blood DNA would make him a monster in human standards.

Not at all intimidated, Charles said pleasantly, “It depends.”

The marquis frowned.

“On what your intentions are towards my daughter,” Charles finished.

Interesting
, Ilie thought.

Most otherworlders upon meeting him the first time were either obsequious or terrified out of their wits. But the Baron, a mere human, and an old one at that, was speaking to him like they were equals.

It was a surprise Ilie welcomed. It would not be fun, after all, to have a toad as a prospective father-in-law.

Leaning forward, he said gently, “May I now dispense with the formalities?” At the older man’s nod, he continued, “You are aware she’s my heartkeeper, Baron?”

“For quite some time now,” Charles answered truthfully.

This was yet another surprise, but not as pleasant, and Ilie demanded, “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Why did you have to be told?”

“Touché.” Ilie leaned back against his seat, his expression grim. As the demon in need of a soul, he
was
the one who should have sensed it first, the way—

Ilie didn’t allow himself to finish the thought. Instead, he forced himself to concentrate on more important matters, like claiming his heartkeeper.

“You have no objections if I claim her?”

“As long as she doesn’t object to it,” Charles answered.

Ilie frowned. “You are not the usual kind of Chalysian father. Why is this?” Both humans and otherworlders would have jumped at the chance of having an essential connection to the Marquis of Lunare, but so far, the baron was treating him no different from the usual suitor.

Charles smiled. “You really don’t know?”

Ilie raised a brow.

“I love my daughters like they’re my flesh and blood,” Charles answered simply. “So if you, a half-demon, is who she wants, then I’ll be more than happy to walk her down the aisle.”

Ilie relaxed. “In that case, she will be my heartkeeper.”

Charles laughed at the marquis’ confidence.
Poor man.
“My daughter is presently at ANEX. You may still catch her there if you leave now.”

Ilie’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought that school was only for otherworlders.”

“She and her sisters are special,” Charles answered briefly, not willing to say more than what was necessary. “It’s why they became who they are now.”

“Ah.
Les Trois Belles Lames
, yes?” The Three Lovely Blades, the Baron’s daughters were called. “You don’t mind that they constantly put their lives in danger because of their work?”

Charles shrugged. “I mind, of course. I hate it terribly, but I also know that I would hate it even more if I stand in the way of their happiness. And
that,
believe it or not, milord, is what make my girls happy.”

“Foolishly risking their mortal necks going after otherworlders who could eat them alive?”

“You could put it that way, I guess.” Charles laughed. But his smile soon faded as he said, “Or you can also think of it as their vow not to let history repeat itself. I’m sure you’ve done your research about me before coming here.”

“Yes.” Ilie saw no need to deny this.

“Then you know I’m their adopted father?” At Ilie’s nod, the baron continued, “The Orpheline bloodline –
my
bloodline – is entirely made up, one where an ex-soldier like me is given a fake background to raise orphans left by their otherworlder parents.”

Ilie was stunned. “My heartkeeper isn’t entirely human?”
But he had been close enough to her
, he thought. Shouldn’t he have sensed this?

“She’s completely human. She and her sisters are what your kind calls…” Charles’ lip curled in disgust. “
Ludifia.”

Ah.

A freak of nature, the word meant in Chalysian language. Otherworlders mating with humans were not uncommon, and in rare cases when these pairings produced offspring who were purely mortal, the hapless babies were thrown away in the Woods of the Wraiths to be eaten.

“It was your job to rescue them, wasn’t it?” Ilie guessed tautly. His fists were tightly clenched, the realization that his heartkeeper had been treated in such a way making him murderous.

“Yes.” Charles’ tone was harsh as he remembered the day he had found the infant Soleil, looking half-starved to death.

And even then, she wasn’t crying,
Charles thought.

“Thank you,” Ilie said quietly, “for looking after my heartkeeper.” He stood up, and when the older man came to his feet as well, Ilie bowed. “I am in your debt, Baron.”

“You have nothing to thank me for. She and her sisters have given me a reason to live.” Charles hesitated. “If she will have you, I think you’ll be a good match for my daughter. She’s always been too selfless, too practical. She needs someone—”

“As selfish as I am?” Ilie asked drily. “Is that what you’d like to say, milord?”

Charles gave the marquis an innocent look. “Your words, milord.” He took his pocket watch out. “You should get going, milord.”

And so he did, Ilie chafing at the need to use a carriage when he could so easily turn into his wolf form and get to ANEX within minutes. But since he was in Asphodel, he was forced to play it safe and take into account human limitations.

It was over an hour later when he made it to ANEX, which stood for
Academie Nu Exista.
Its name literally meant ‘the school that does not exist,’ and for all intents and purposes, ANEX was indeed an invisible entity. Its existence was one of the kingdom’s best-kept secrets, and it was only because he was part of the Duke of Brimstone’s
Galeré
that a half-demon like him knew of its existence. All other forms of demons were held in dislike, even those who had managed to stay in the light.

Considering his heartkeeper was trained in ANEX, was it the reason why she had never made herself to known him? Would she rather die a mortal than chain herself to a demon like him?

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Three days later, Ilie Marcovici was almost completely convinced that the woman destined to be his heartkeeper was leading him on a merry chase. It was like she had sixth sense where he was concerned, and she was able to stay two steps ahead of him.

When Ilie had visited ANEX, it was to learn that she had already left for a mission with her recruits. He had followed her to the field, only to find out that the mission’s location had been changed, and of course their whereabouts was classified information. And because he had been speaking with an ANEX official, Ilie hadn’t bothered using compulsion to get the boy to talk. Even if he did succeed, and he would have, the political consequences would have been disastrous.

The next day, he had attended every ball possible, having learned that she was the Toast of the Season. Surely she had to be in one of those parties?

But no, she had not attended any of them, and he found out later on that she had sent her excuses to every hostess, pleading an oh-so-painful headache.

And now, here he was, in Asphodel’s tourism office, a place the marquis normally avoided at all costs since this was often where the world’s most spoiled brats congregated.

The footmen stationed outside the building, having recognized the crest on the carriage, hurriedly threw the doors open and stood at attention.

Soon enough, the marquis was on his way, and the footmen almost gaped when the powerful-looking nobleman nodded at them before striding inside.

A Chalysian noble, acknowledging their presence! It was unheard of! It was fantastic, and the footmen felt fit to burst with excitement.

Wait until they finish with their shifts
, the two thought excitedly, and they’d be telling everyone who cared to hear.

The Marquis di Lunare had nodded at them. It was a story they would tell their children and grandchildren, and oh, how popular they’d be.

Inside the tourism office, pandemonium among locals erupted, having realized who was in their midst. Their excitement was contagious, and the tourists in the lobby asked excitedly about Ilie.

It was all bothersome and even deafening, since otherworlders like Ilie Marcovici possessed senses a thousand times more sensitive than those of humans.

He walked straight to reception, saying, “I have a meeting with Lady Fleur Orpheline. Where may I find her?” He was lying, of course, but he knew the reception wouldn’t even consider verifying his claim. In their kingdom, noblemen were always right.

The bespectacled secretary stammered her reply. She was unable to think straight, having never imagined she’d come face to face with the Marquis di Lunare. And oh, he was so much more seductive than how the papers described him.

As Ilie turned towards the stairs, all the women in the lobby followed him with their starry-eyed gazes.

The second floor of the tourism’s office consisted of several classrooms, partitioned with glass walls to allow for spectators. He located Lady Fleur in one of them, and with his heightened hearing, Ilie had no problems listening in as his heartkeeper’s youngest sister oriented the tourists about Asphodel.

“Hello, everyone, I’m Lady Fleur Orpheline, a volunteer here at the tourism office. It’s my great pleasure to welcome you to our city.” She gestured to her dress, saying, “The first thing we’ll discuss is our mode of attire, which as you can see is probably not what most of you are used to. This is a non-negotiable aspect of your visit to the kingdom, but I hope that instead of seeing it as a prohibition, you’ll think of it as an opportunity to experience our culture.”

Well put,
he thought. No wonder she was considered to be the communications expert.

“Prior to boarding the ferry, you were scanned for any modern communication devices. Please know that even if you were able to find a way to sneak your phone in, it still wouldn’t work here.” She gave them a charmingly sheepish smile, saying, “Let’s just say the signal’s extremely bad.”

One of the tourists raised his hand. “I have a question.”


Milady
,” Fleur said sweetly. “As the daughter of a baron, I’m to be addressed as ‘milady.’ Of course, I’d rather you say
Fleur, The Prettiest Girl in the World,
but—” She gave the tourists a pretty little shrug. “We must learn to cope.”

Her audience laughed.

She looked expectantly at the man who spoke earlier.

An infatuated look on his face, he said obediently, “I have a question, milady.”

Fleur clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” She rewarded him with a smile and then shared it with the rest of the tourists, murmuring, “I hope you understand that you won’t mind we’re all so formal here. Again, it’s all a matter of perspective. If you will, just pretend you’re like Alice, and you’ve fallen into a rabbit hole that’s transported you to the land of fairytales.” She did a little twirl, and the skirts of her pink gown twirled around her.

Ilie looked at the tourists, and he was amused and impressed to see everyone had fallen under her spell.

The orientation ended twenty minutes later, and Fleur was the last to come out of the classroom. She curtsied upon seeing him, murmuring, “Good afternoon, milord.”

He bowed. “Good afternoon, milady.”

An older woman came forward then, and Fleur introduced her to Ilie, explaining, “Miss Margaret is my companion.”

Ilie greeted the other woman pleasantly, and Miss Margaret let out a girlish giggle.

Fleur snapped her fan open and covered her mouth so she could grin. Miss Margaret was normally prudish, but she had suspected her companion would be no match for the marquis’ seductive airs.

And she was right
, Fleur thought, grinning again. Wait until she told Soleil about this.

She glanced at the Marquis, asking cheekily, “Are you looking for my sister?”

“Will you tell me where she is?”

“Of course.” Mischief danced in her eyes as she added, “But only if you tell me something first.”

Ilie had to smile. “Are you actually trying to blackmail…
me
?”

Fleur let her eyes go wide. “I have no idea what you’re saying, milord.” She gestured to the stairs. “Shall we? The tourism office has a beautiful garden at the back.”

And so they walked, and while surrounded by tourists and workers, they restricted themselves to pure pleasantries.

But when they reached the garden, with Miss Margaret walking a small but proper distance behind them, Fleur asked flatly, “Will you have other women even when my sister’s your heartkeeper?”

Ilie choked. He had
not
expected that at all.

Fleur looked up at him, her gaze serious. “Soleil was fifteen when she first saw you.”

He was stunned. He’d never imagined she had known about him for that long.

“You weren’t alone though.” Fleur’s lips were compressed. “You were with…” Her voice lowered, and she looked behind her shoulder to make sure her companion wouldn’t overhear her. Satisfied, she looked back at the marquis and said darkly, “You were with a…
doxy
.”

Ilie flushed as Fleur’s words painted an unbecoming portrait of himself. He could just imagine how his heartkeeper felt, having seen him with another woman.

“I deeply apologize for that,” he said stiffly.

“You should say sorry to her, not me.”

“I will most assuredly do that as soon as you tell me where she is.”

She shook her head. “Not so fast, milord. You haven’t answered my question yet.”

He gazed at her thoughtfully, his head cocking to the side. “You appear to be the sensible sort, milady.”

“I’m sensible,” she agreed, “but not as smart as Aurora or as practical as Soleil.”

“Good common sense is all I need,” he assured her. “You are aware of how heartkeeping works?”

“Just what most people know,” she answered.

“Then you know, milady, that heartkeeping doesn’t necessarily mean two people being in love with each other?”


And your point, milord?”

“Fidelity is not a requirement of the union.”

“Then she won’t accept you,” Fleur said without hesitation.

“You sound so certain of this.”

“I am.”

“But you also mentioned your sister being practical.”

“That’s mostly a front,” Fleur said with a shrug. “She’ll kill me for saying this, but really…” Her voice lowered into a confidential whisper. “Deep down inside, my sister is the biggest romantic of all.”


Really
.” Somehow, he could not picture the extremely lethal leader of
Les Trois Belles Lames
as a romantic.

Fleur nodded vigorously. “She’s always dreamt…” She paused. “Actually, forget that. I think that would be drawing the line, and Soleil’s never going to talk to me if I let that one out.” She looked up at the marquis, wondering what the right thing to do was.

They had always known who Soleil’s heartkeeper was, and she and Aurora had teased their sister all the time about the marquis being the opposite of Soleil’s ideal man, which was someone gentle and scholarly.

She almost snorted at the thought.

She was absolutely not going to allow her sister to end up with someone so boring.

But—

Fleur bit her lip. She did want the opposite of tedious for her sister, but the marquis seemed a bit too much. He was a rake, a wolf, and a demon. He was dangerous, in every way. Did she really trust this man to look after her sister?

“Milady,” the marquis murmured.

She carefully wiped her face clean of any expression, asking, “Yes?”

“I can promise that I will do everything
not
to hurt her, and this I swear on my honor as one of the
Galeré
.”

She said slowly, “Alright.”

Seeing the apprehensive look she gave him, Ilie said mildly, “I’m no monster, milady.”

“Oh, but you are, milord.” Fleur’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Everyone is, next to my sister.”

 

~~*~~

 

Ilie’s hired carriage parked a few feet away from the cake shop, allowing him a generous view of the establishment and its patrons. Old rose damask graced the walls, its intricate floral patterns complementing the scrollwork on the ceiling and the elaborate design of the carpet.

The shop was near to full, but he found her easily enough, seated alone in one of the tables, enjoying a slice of cheesecake while reading a book of poetry.

The biggest romantic of all,
Fleur had said.

Ilie frowned. He had thought the girl was lying, but maybe not.

With his power cloaked and the hired carriage giving him anonymity, Ilie had all the chance in the world to feast his eyes on her, and so he did, his gaze roaming over her ever so slowly.

Her hair was a mass of elegant curls arranged on top of her head, with a few locks let loose to frame her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were the brightest shade of blue, like the skies of Ciel. And her lips were small and shaped like a rose—

Ilie imagined those lips under his, and lust uncurled inside him, heating his blood.

Soleil Orpheline was his heartkeeper.

His.

No one else’s.

Possessive pleasure flooded him at the thought.

He had known about the possibility that she existed, of course, but he had not let himself hope. He had been roaming the world for over nine hundred years. He had thought he had seen it all and believed that he had missed his chance.

His gaze drifted back to his heartkeeper. She was dressed in a gown of lilac silk, and he scowled when he noticed how low the neckline was, revealing more than a hint of her generous bosom. Those beautiful big breasts were
his
, and he was determined the day wouldn’t end until she knew this, too.

He saw her turn the page of her book. Her eyes widened a moment later, and a blush of pink touched her cheeks.

Was that really poetry she was reading
, he wondered, intrigued.

Leaning back against his seat, the marquis crossed his arms over his chest and considered his options. If she truly was a romantic, then he had to do things by the book and court her with the full works – flowers, chocolate, and other trinkets, escorting her to parties and inviting her for a walk in the park, the likes.

She would appreciate that, wouldn’t she?

She probably would, but the problem was, that was not Ilie’s style at all.

He had always liked going against the rules, and the idea that he would have to actually bow down to custom chafed.

Might there be a compromise? Might it be possible that he be allowed to court her in private and—

His nostrils suddenly flared, his wolf instincts catching the scent of another predator – someone infinitely punier to Ilie – attempting to poach on his territory. His gaze swung sharply back to her, and that was when he saw a rakish-looking nobleman chatting her up.

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