His words scored a hit, sparking triumph and a thread of guilt he snapped with a twist of his fingers. The last thing he needed was to feel guilty for giving Nyimara a taste of her own medicine. She had caused enough chaos in the world that he doubted she deserved anyone's sympathy, despite her adept ways of pretending otherwise.

A harsh bitter laugh escapes him at her proclamation and something dark glitters in his eyes. "There is no crown upon your head anymore, Nyimara. It is mine, and mine alone." And if he knew what was good for him, he would not did not want himself to be seduced into giving it back, either, although not even Asmodeus could deny that there were certain benefits to having Nyimara at his side.

As slippery and untrustworthy as she was, the adage was to keep your friends close, and enemies closer. How much closer could she be if she was back in his bed? He shook the thought from his head, sending up a small prayer that his head would remain clear next season when she lingered nearby. He knew her well enough to know that she would not hesitate to use every advantage she had to garner what she thought belonged to her.

"And what would you do to fix it?" He purred back at her, his voice more gravelly than her own. "Offer to bed the Dunes king for his support?" He laughed softly, the sound bitter even to his own ears. "Or have you already scheduled your next disappearing act?"

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