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Authors: Michelle Rowen

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“No, it’s not!”

“Then you really should have been more specific.”

Eden collapsed next to Darrak as he suffered this torture in near silence. She reached to touch his face but pulled her hand back the moment she made contact. His skin burned like fire.

“I’m sorry,” Darrak managed, before a tremor went through him. “I should have told you that Asmo killed the women. I should have told you about Graham. But I didn’t want you to try to get revenge. It was too dangerous.”

“Darrak—”

“Just don’t hate me.”

“Hate you? But, Darrak—”

The next moment he fell to his side. He wasn’t moving anymore. Amber flames burst through his skin to coat his entire body, and she scrambled back so she wouldn’t get burned.

“Almost done,” Lucas said. He sounded remarkably blasé about it.

She’d asked for this. She’d even made a deal with the devil to make this possible. In moments Darrak would be gone, and she wouldn’t have to put up with his lies and deceit and body stealing and energy draining. It would be over. Forever.

Be careful what you wish for.

“No,” she said softly.

“Pardon me?” Lucas asked.

“Stop this.”

“But you asked for it. I’m only doing what you wanted me to.”

She raised her gaze from Darrak’s body to Lucas’s deceptively warm brown eyes. “Don’t be a sore loser.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“Sorry you can’t use the angelheart to destroy your inner demon today. But hell if I’m going to let you destroy mine.”

Eden clenched her fists and felt black magic roll down her arms and into her hands. It was an ocean of power deep enough to drown someone in.

Lucas observed her carefully. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to destroy you,” she said matter-of-factly. “I might not have been able to destroy Asmodeus, but I have a feeling your current form is a little more breakable than his was. You didn’t create me like you did Darrak. You have no power over me.”

His lips thinned. “Killing a defenseless mortal with black magic will turn your soul jet-black,” he warned. “Even if that mortal happens to be me. Besides, it won’t even matter. I’ll just return to Hell.”

“Then I’ll follow you there and kill you again. Stop what you’re doing to Darrak right now or I swear I will. I don’t care what I have to do, I will hunt you down and send you to the Void once and for all. I have a feeling that would make everyone very happy.”

She meant every single word like she’d never meant anything before.

Lucas shook his head. “You’d do that? For him?” He nodded at the Darrak-shaped inferno ten feet away. “He’s a lesser demon. A nobody. And you’d give your soul to save something like that?”

Did Lucas really, truly feel that way about one of his creations? Was that all Darrak was? Sentient, soulless hellfire. A formerly evil monster now infected with a little bit of heaven. A demon who had no home or anyone who cared if he was destroyed forever.

“Yes,” she said. “I would. Now release him or I’ll prove it.”

She allowed the black magic to fill the rest of her body. It felt cool and brought with it the focus she needed. Still, a tear coursed down her right cheek. She didn’t bother to push it away.

With a thought, she made the long bar top next to her splinter down the middle, stopping right before the spot where Lucas stood. It didn’t go unnoticed.

He smiled, but it was tight. “That’s so adorable. I had no idea you cared so deeply for him. Sad, but adorable.”

Eden moved toward him. Her hands were glowing—sparks of energy circled them waiting to be unleashed. Waiting to destroy.

The unfortunate thing was, none of this made Lucas flinch in the slightest. In fact, he looked vaguely bored with her display.

He sighed. “Fine, if he manages to survive this, you’re welcome to him
.
What’s left of him, anyhow. But don’t ever say I tried to go back on our deal, because I didn’t.”

Eden looked to see the flames surrounding Darrak extinguish as if a switch had been flicked. He didn’t move.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me. Not after what I’m about to tell you.” Lucas drew closer to her, unconcerned with the danger that might pose to his mortal body. “What I did? Or what I
nearly
did? That is the only way this will end for you.”

Her throat felt tight. “What do you mean?”

“The only way for this unfortunate situation to end is for you to die or Darrak to be exorcised. And anyone who tells you differently is lying.”

She shook her head. “There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t. However, I do have good news.”

She looked up at him, ready to grasp onto any possible flicker of hope. “What?”

“As a nephilim, you have endless celestial energy for him to draw on. It’s what sets you apart from his previous hosts. Darrak won’t kill you by possessing you. Only . . . I do wonder . . .”

Eden reeled from this piece of info. They’d been certain Darrak would drain her completely in no more than a year. “You wonder what?”

“How much of that heavenly drink he can lap up before my lesser demon turns into something else . . . something a bit more angelic.” Lucas laughed at Eden’s shock. “He’ll never be welcome home then.”

“He has a home,” Eden said firmly. “With me.”

He grasped her chin between his fingers. “I could have finished him, but I didn’t. This means you owe me one. You work for me now.”

“Great. Another shitty job with lousy pay. Just what I need.”

Lucas stroked his hand down the side of her face and something slid behind his gaze—a strange longing. “I haven’t touched an angel for a very long time.”

She pushed his hand away. “I’m not an angel.”

“Close enough.”

She didn’t wait a moment longer. She went to Darrak’s side. He was unconscious, but whole. The flames had all disappeared without leaving any marks. This time when she touched him, his skin was still hot—too hot—but it didn’t burn her.

“Darrak.” Eden smoothed the hair off his forehead. “Wake up. Please.”

“If he manages to survive this, you’re welcome to him.”

He might not survive. She might have been too slow to get Lucas to stop.

If what Lucas told her was true, their curse couldn’t be broken. Darrak would have to keep possessing Eden just as it had been between them up until now, but with no end in sight.

At one time, she would have resisted that idea. She liked to be alone. She didn’t want anyone to butt into her private business or her personal time. Trusting people was hard for her, it always had been. She didn’t ask for this situation with Darrak. It had been a mistake—a textbook example of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Being possessed by a demon was the stuff of horror movies.

Yes, it was all of that.

She still didn’t want to lose him. She’d only known Darrak a short time, but he’d come to mean everything to her. Absolutely everything.

His body began to shift to black smoke before solidifying again. That wasn’t a good sign. It meant that he’d lost so much energy that he was about to lose himself completely. He wouldn’t possess her again then; he would go directly to the Void—a place of nothingness. Death for demons.

Darrak took energy from her when he was nearly drained. He didn’t like to do it because he’d said her energy tasted too good and he was tempted not to stop. He didn’t want to drain her.

But if Lucas was right, he
couldn’t
drain her.

More celestial energy coming right up.

She leaned over and kissed him.

Take it
, she thought.
Please.

Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty came to mind. But only for a moment. After all, this wasn’t much of a fairy tale.

It took way too long, but she finally felt it. A slight draining sensation and the press of his lips as he began to kiss her back.

Darrak really needed her energy to survive what Lucas had done to him. And after using a bit of black magic in her showy display with the bar top, she really needed to kiss a demon.

Finally, his dark lashes flickered, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her leaning over him like Pamela Anderson on
Baywatch
. Relief and happiness flooded her senses.

“Eden . . .” he rasped. “Don’t tell me you . . . you used your black magic again.”

That was the first thing he had to say to her?

“A little,” she admitted. “But not much.”

“Bad girl.” His Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed. “I feel like a marshmallow that’s been roasted over a campfire.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Where’s Lucifer?” he asked.

She looked over at the bar. Lucas was gone.

“Not here,” she said.

“Too bad. Because I am so ready to kick his ass.”

She snorted softly. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Why did you stop him?” He wasn’t smiling.

“From destroying you?” Her chest felt tight. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Still . . . why? I’ve destroyed your life, lied to you, stolen your body, uh, et cetera, et cetera. Why didn’t you take this as the chance to finally get away from me once and for all?”

She stared down at him. “You really are pretty, but all kinds of stupid, aren’t you?”

“Eden—”

“Because . . .” She wiped a tear away and then touched his face. “Because . . . I love you, Darrak.”

His eyes widened and he struggled to sit up. He failed, but trying did count for something. “You love me?”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Me? Well . . . I just—”

Eden bit her bottom lip. “You just need to be quiet and take more of my energy so you can get up off this nightclub floor. There are plenty of things to still deal with in my crazy new supernatural life, and I need your help with most of them. Obviously this is a partnership that I can’t just break at the first, or second, sign of trouble.”

Darrak looked up at her incredulously. “You love me.”

She touched his hotter-than-normal chest. “Yes.”

He placed his hand on top of hers. “If I didn’t feel like a roasted marshmallow right now, I might be very happy to hear that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Because you already know how I feel . . .”

She covered his mouth before he said anything else. “Demons aren’t supposed to
feel
anything, remember?”

“Oh, right. Forgot about that for a moment. Guess it’s the streak of angel juice running through me now. Makes me say crazy things.”

Angel juice. She wondered if that celestial energy he’d been absorbing from her really would truly change him like Lucas had predicted. It already had changed him. The humanity he’d gained from his previous human hosts had stuck whether he wanted it or not. There was no going back now.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Pretty crazy. Now shut up and suck out some more of my energy, demon, and then let’s get the hell out of here.”

Darrak shook his head and grinned at her. “You are such a sweet talker.”

She was. She really was.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Feeling drained after helping Darrak recover from their standoff with Theo, Asmodeus, and Lucifer, Eden slept through most of the afternoon. Thankfully, it was a dreamless sleep. She’d banked up enough nightmares to last her for many years to come.

She had no official confirmation, but if Lucas held true to their deal, her mother’s soul had been released from Hell. It was a great relief.

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