She couldn't help but feel angry at herself for reacting that way. Of course, she had been warned about the Cambion's effect on non-daemons, but she had thought that with her part daemon heritage, that perhaps the pull wouldn't affect her as deeply.
How wrong she had been.
She could still feel the traces of the ache of desire between her legs and as soon as she reached the top of the stairs and emerged into the room beyond, shutting the door to the staircase behind her wearily, both Greyson and Allen stopped mid conversation, their heads snapping to look at her intensely.
She swallowed nervously and tried to brush the feeling away as they tilted their chins upwards, sniffing delicately at the air before their eyes darkened suddenly and the two of them stormed over to her.
Greyson grabbed hold of her arm, his eyes flashing angrily as he scented the air around her as unobtrusively as he could.