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little deeper. “I’d think,” Slake said, “that you’d want me to fail, given that my failure would mean my soul defaults to you upon my death.”
    Dyre shrugged. “Either way, I win. Either the clients pay me millions, or I get your soul. Matters little to me, except that the clients have always been good ones, and I’d like to keep them.”
    As far as Slake was concerned, the clients could go fuck themselves. Whoever they were. With a mental fuck you , he escaped the office and hit the nearest Harrowgate, an ancient one that sat behind a stinky-ass fish shop. Before he stepped in, he texted Atrox.
    Find out everything you can about a demon named Raze. Medic at Thirst. I want to know about every breath he’s taken since the day he was born.
    Slake waited, picturing Atrox awkwardly knuckling his phone’s keyboard until he finally came back with, Is this personal or business?
    Just do it.
    Personal, then. Gotcha .
    Slake cursed under his breath as he typed. Just do it, jackass .
    :-) I love you too, buddy .
    Shaking his head, Slake slipped the phone into his pocket and stepped into the Harrowgate. Instantly, the black walls lit up with symbols for Sheoul, Earth, and Underworld General Hospital. He tapped the Earth symbol, and a map of the entire globe covered the inside of the closet-sized space. He swiped a finger over the glowing continent of Europe, then Germany, then Bavaria, and finally, the Harrowgate nearest his home in the Alps.
    The gate opened, and as he stepped out into the dark forest, he sighed with relief. No matter how bad his day was, it always felt good to come back here, to the place no one, not even Atrox, knew about. This was his sanctuary.
    But as he trudged through trees to the log cabin sitting high on a bluff, he wondered how much longer it would remain a place of safety. Because if Dyre claimed his soul, there would be no place on Earth or in Sheoul where he could hide.
     

     
    Raze should be in bed. He should be sound asleep and resting for his shift at Underworld General in the morning.
    Instead, he was sitting at Thirst’s bar, letting the cacophony of nightclub life drown out the thoughts in his head.
    Seven hours later, Fayle was still in retaliation mode, and this time, she was stretching it to the limit. He needed sex so badly that stabbing pains were starting to feel like tiny daggers in his groin. In another hour, the pain would turn him into a mindless monster that would attack any females near him, and if he still didn’t get sex, in another hour he’d be dead. Even now, the females were feeling the effects of his fuck-me pheromones, rubbing up against him and touching themselves, probably without even realizing what they were doing.
    It would be so easy to take off with any of these females, but while his cock said yes, his mind couldn’t go there until it became too fogged with pain and need. And it wasn’t even because of his deal with Fayle. It was because he couldn’t stand how it made him feel to have sex with someone he didn’t want, simply because biology forced him to. Maybe that made him an idiot, but he wanted control over his mind and his body.
    As a particularly severe stab of pain made him suck air, it crossed his mind that maybe holding out until Fayle finally came to him instead of going to her and begging was his way of punishing his body for making him need what he didn’t want.
    A slinky blonde vampire approached, her hips popping with each step, her fingers trailing up and down between two plump breasts that seemed desperate to escape the tight black corset that bound them.
    Raze’s cock strained even more against the fly of his jeans, but it was a response based on the need he hated so much, not desire. No, the male vamp sucking on a man near the medic station was far more Raze’s type.
    So is Slake.
    With a growl, Raze reached for his ice water, tempted to dump it on his crotch. Maybe an icy bath would douse the fever starting to spread from his