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A demon.
He raises one black brow in a teasing arch. “I normally render women speechless, but, pet, please don’t leave me in suspense. Are you okay?”
My lips part and his eyes lock on the motion. Heat tingles over my mouth, like he rubbed his thumb across my lips. “Excuse me,” I mutter.
In a button up and slacks, he looks like a gothic errand boy. Naughty but well-dressed. I have a theory he would look just as hot in skinny jeans and a black flannel. I shake my head and try to forcehimfrom my mind.
Eyeing the demon wearily, I try to step around him. He moves to intercept me. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he croons.
Gods above, his voice is tangible, like a caress over my most intimate places. It raises my temperature in a rush.
“I’m fine,” I snap, delving into anger as my stupid body continues to react to him.What the hell is wrong with me?“Can you move now?”
His lips curve into a smile that is equal parts condemning and sincere. “What’s the password, sweets?”
I drop my hands to my hips and glower. “If you don’t move, I will knee you in the dick?” I ask sweetly.
Those crimson eyes widen. His head falls back and he laughs. The sound is surprisingly devoid of the previous sinful tones. It seems more real. More human.
I stare at him, memorizing the wide breadth of his shoulders and the lean taper of his waist. Then I dive around his muscular frame and escape into the store.
Though I can feel his gaze like scalding weight over my back, I don’t look back.
No, I move as fast as I can to the restrooms to splash icy water on my traitorous skin.
Chapter 3
Caine
A smile still feathering over my mouth, I stalk down the sunny sidewalks back to the penthouse, Horan in tow.
Brand new clothes and an encounter with a beautiful woman never hurts to elevate my mood, and the human female was lovely.
Thick ebony hair left just past her shoulders. Skin a flawless tan with slight olive undertones. Even her eyes were worth gazing in to. Large jewels that had gleamed in the sunlight with hints of sultry amber and citrine. And her lashes … Natural, I was sure. Long and thick. There was nothing on her lush but well-toned body that was not achieved naturally or through hard work.
It had taken all my effort to keep Sin from my voice, to keep from wooing her right there on the sidewalk. I wanted to turn her delightful anger to something just as passionate.
Still smiling to myself, I turn the corner and catch the first glimpse of a man dressed in all black despite the wondrous, balmy heat. But unlike myself, he is not Asmodean. In fact, he is not a demon at all.
I turn casually, like I am gazing at the stores around me.
He ducks back, the motion almost too fast to follow.
Vamp?
Shifter?
I glance at Horan’s stony face. His jaw flexes, but he gives a slight nod. He saw him, too.
We keep going, but don’t speed our pace. I continue to take in the city, offering salacious grins to the beautiful people I pass. But I let a trace of Sin trail from my body. The scent is reminiscent of a tendril of velvet as it touches those we leave in our wake.
Horan stiffens at the arduous moans behind us, but as the humans converge, it allows us to put a little more space between ourselves and our persistent follower.
“Don’t move too fast,” he warns, his tone dark. “They need to track you.”
I snort under my breath. “I’m well aware,” I mutter. “But I want him to experience a touch of my careless power.”
The fallen angel doesn’t remark.
