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simply give her power and give him a fast trip to hell.
    “Eventually.” His fingers were still on her arm, and the interior of the car seemed small and tight. The scent of leather and man permeated the air. “But for now, I’ll start with a simple trade.”
    Nothing was ever simple. She had to bite back “Am I the one who looks like an idiot now?” Seline wanted out of that car. He seemed too big and strong, and right then, he had her at a serious disadvantage. Her power was low, and she needed a serious recharge—a recharge she planned to get from him at the earliest opportunity. “When I first asked for help, you—you said no.”
    His head inclined.
    “You were going to let me die.” Heartless bastard. Or he would have been, if her story had been true. Since she hadn’t actually been in danger of an immediate death . . .
    “I’m not here to save the fucking world.”
    Very true. “But you saved me in the alley.”
    “Did I?” he murmured. “Guess that is how it appears.”
    This wasn’t going the way she’d planned at all . Usually, her plans worked so well. He should have taken her back to his place—that nice apartment in the Quarter—where they would’ve been under surveillance, and she should have been well on her way to seducing him.
    Not. Good.
    “I’ll get rid of this problem for you, Seline, but when the time comes, I’ll need you to do a favor for me.”
    Offering a deal—wasn’t that the way the devil worked?
    “What kind of favor?” Not that she’d ever have to hold up her end of the bargain, but . . .
    “Does it matter?”
    She reached for the door handle. Locked. “It does. I’m not trading in one psycho for another.”
    He laughed, and her head whipped around at the deep, dark rumble. Wonderful. Even his laugh was sexy. The job got worse every minute.
    “I know you’re not what you pretend to be,” Sam said as he leaned toward her. “You’re not a stripper, even though you came into Temptation to dance for me.”
    For me. She’d danced twice. Twice. There’d been no choice. She’d worked at Temptation for two weeks as a waitress, and the guy hadn’t even glanced her way. She’d needed his attention, and the stage had been her only option at the time.
    Seline hadn’t realized what a bonus she’d get from the stage. She’d known just how to shield her body and to tempt, a rather inborn trait for a demon like her. But when the crowd had focused all of their energy on her . . .
    Power. The rush of energy she’d stolen had been incredible.
    And she’d finally caught her mark’s attention. Talk about a two-for-one hit.
    But Seline hadn’t gone back on the stage. Not because she was modest. Modesty was something she’d long ago sacrificed. She hadn’t gone back on that wooden stage with the bright lights because she was afraid that she’d steal too much energy from the humans. If she did that, then Sam might start suspecting the truth about her.
    “Does it really matter what I am?” she asked him, her fingers still on the door handle.
    There was a soft snick of sound as he released the lock. “Everything matters.”
    She hurried out of the car. Yeah, fine. She jumped and nearly fell. So what? Only a sprinkling of stars lit the dark sky so maybe he hadn’t seen that less-than-graceful exit.
    “The black van didn’t follow us.”
    Crap. “Wh-what van? Someone was following us? Why didn’t you say—”
    He slammed his car door shut and shook his head. “You really have to do better than that.” Then he started walking toward the house. Gravel crunched beneath his feet. Seline stood there a moment and figured there was no option other than giving chase.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. “What van?”
    He moved in a blur, just like he’d done in the alley. Rushing too fast for her to see the full motions of his body. One instant, they stood a few feet from the car, and in the next second, he had