Nora's blood ran cold.
"How are you able to do that?" she whispered. She was strong. She was one of the five heavenly demons. Her killing intent radius was ten meters — anyone within that range, anyone weaker than her, was dead. It was her absolute domain. Her killing field.
But he was on his knees. Under her hierarchy. How could a kneeling demon project killing intent?
"Wait," she said, more to herself than to him. "Was I — was I strong enough? Or not?"
Viktor tilted his head. The amusement didn't fade.
"Kind of strong," he said. The words were conversational. Light. The tone of a man discussing the weather. "But you see —"
His tail swayed behind him. Lazy. Almost seductive.
"I like kneeling in front of beautiful women."
The sentence hung in the air.
Nora's eye twitched.
"They become wet," he continued. His voice dropped — lower, warmer, the incubus resonance threading through it. "Too soon for me to fuck."
