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painted it from horns to claws. It was seven feet tall, maybe taller, and had creepy yellow eyes. Granted, all demons in their true forms had creepy eyes. Actually, they had creepy everything. This thing had wings, too, not leathery like bats', but like an angel's - huge and filled with soft black feathers.
    The woman was another story.
    She looked sixteen, all fresh-faced and innocent - an impression furthered by her outfit: a red T-shirt with HOT scrawled in gold across her pert breasts, a pair of faded denims, and red Converse sneakers. Her silky black hair was pulled into a sassy ponytail. She wore no makeup, but with her looks, she didn't need any. Her bone structure was pure supermodel. Only her eyes, which glowed red, gave any indication she was demon.
    "Who are you?" I asked.
    "I'm Lilith, sweet cheeks. Aw. You the new bride?" She smiled indulgently, but her gaze was filled with knives. She turned her cutting gaze to Connor. "Think you're clever, don't you?"
    She raised her hands and two binding coils shot out and wrapped around us like crazed pythons. Mine tightened painfully, cinching my arms to my sides.
    Oh, for fuck's sake! I was sick of people just popping into my house whenever they felt like it. And these were demons. Had the Devil's Shoestring stopped working? No. More than likely these two were more powerful than a crazy woman's hoodoo.
    "You can't hurt her," said Connor. His voice sounded pinched, and I realized his bonds had tightened even more than mine. I also realized that Connor had been right about others coming for us. For him. It wasn't my fault he'd dragged me into this mess. Still, if I'd been a little less stubborn, I might not be making the acquaintance of more demons.
    "You really think your mating with her will offer her protection?" sneered Lilith.
    "You know it does."
    She shrugged. "You really should stop listening to Astria Vedere. She's crazy."
    "She's a prophet."
    "Yeah. Like I haven't seen one of those before. Real party killers, those people." She stared at Connor. "Give me the talisman, and I'll let wifey go."
    "I am the son of Asmodeus, and my mate falls under the protection of the demon lord." He sucked in a strained breath. "You can't kill Phoebe."
    " I can't," she agreed.
    Oh, crap. I did not like the sound of that, and neither did Connor. He looked warily at the demon waiting patiently behind Lilith. Its yellow eyes were on me. Its beaklike mouth clicked and a split tongue wiggled out, flicking at me.
    Yech.
    Had Connor really tricked me into mating to protect me from this really scary lady? Right now, I hoped so.
    Connor said nothing, but his expression was pure hatred. He didn't like this woman. I'd known her for only a minute, and I didn't like her, either. He watched her carefully, the prey gauging how soon the predator would attack. Fear skittered through me.
    "Didn't we have this conversation before, pumpkin?" Lilith sauntered (in jeans, but she totally pulled it off) to Connor and walked her fingers up his chest. "You. Can't. Win." She tapped his nose. I glanced at him and saw the distaste he didn't bother to hide.
    "Brimstone's hell on the complexion," he drawled. "You might want stock up on some aloe. How long you got before the portal closes?"
    The only indication that Connor 's words bothered her was a slight downturn of her lips. "I really don't know what Asmodeus saw in your slut of a mother."
    "An' you never will," he said. "Because you don't have a heart."
    "It wasn't her heart he was interested in," she snapped. She sucked in a breath, her nostrils flaring. Then she smiled. "You know what they say about marriage. Partners should be equal in all things."
    "Lilith," Connor said, his voice sharp, "leave Phoebe alone."
    "Shut up." She slapped him hard, and the shock of the swift violence made me go cold. Especially since I had done the same thing to him minutes ago, and I did not want anything in common with this bitch. "Don't you dare act like you give a shit about