'The fact that I'm supposedly fated to be married is ridiculous enough, but I have a son, too? Fuck! I'm an old fiend who's been alone for over ten thousand years. As the revered ruler of the Demonic Domain, where the hell would a destined marriage and a son come from? They couldn't have just appeared out of thin air. Someone must be trying to set me up.'
Celeste Grant didn't let him dwell on how 'impossible' it all was. She smacked him on the forehead and said with a serious expression, "Javier Sinclair, look at me."
"You..."
Javier Sinclair stared at her, his gaze dark as black energy swirled around him. "You dare to strike me, woman? How audacious."
His voice rose, his tone cold, but Celeste Grant could feel it. Javier Sinclair was just talking tough; in reality, he showed no killing intent toward her.
'If you didn't know him, his sinister appearance would actually be frightening.'
"You bastard. I can be much more audacious than that."
