"Temporary allies." Deidre didn't hear Darkyn move behind her, but she sensed his body heat and instinctively leaned back.
"Imbalance," Karma hissed.
Deidre broke contact, disappointed but aware she was keeping the two from trying to kill one another.
"Take her to Andre. He's balanced well enough," Darkyn instructed her. "Then return to me, love. We need to talk, after I fuck you fast and hard."
Deidre shivered at the husky note of hunger in his voice, her body crying for the Dark One. She moved forward with more haste than she intended, causing Karma to trip.
The goddess giggled again.
Flustered, Deidre said nothing but followed Rhyn, her blood humming with the idea she was about to taste and fuck her bloodmate after far too long. Only one uneasy thought remained from her uncertainty about an eternity in Hell, one she didn't know how to bring up to him.
Later. She promised herself.