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didn’t ask my underwear size or my favorite color.”
    Disdain replaced the last of my fear. “You having chats with all the jurors tonight?”
    I swear, that grin grew almost twice as wide and was reflected in his dark eyes. “You’re too smart to be here, Georgina. You might be the only one who actually cares about how this turns out. Well, aside from me and the other two.”
    I shook my head. “If you’re here to bribe me, it won’t work.”
    â€œNo?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œEveryone can be bribed,” he countered. “It’s how you sold your soul in the first place. It’s just a matter of finding out what you want now. The other jurors? They have plenty of things they want, things I can deliver on once I’m free and back in power.”
    â€œSo, what? They’re all on your side?”
    â€œDepends on what Starla and Kurt offer them. Believe me, every demon on the jury who casts a vote will do it based on a bribe. The question is, which bribe will each one take?”
    â€œThat’s . . . horrible.”
    â€œWe work for Hell, Georgina. You want fairness, go to the other side.”
    â€œLuis is fair.” I spoke without thinking.
    Clyde tilted his head, studying me from another angle. “If you’re thinking about running to him and telling on us, forget it. He knows what’s going on, knows he can’t stop it.”
    I chewed on my lower lip. I had been thinking of going to Luis.
    Clyde came closer. “So, what do you want? What’ll it take to get you to acquit me?”
    â€œI told you, I don’t want anything—nothing badly enough to free you if you’re the one who did it.”
    His face hardened, a serious look crossing his features. “That’s the point. I didn’t do it, but that doesn’t mean anything out there. They want someone to hang—literally and figuratively—and they’ll take whoever’s convenient.”
    He sounded sincere again, but I wasn’t fooled. Demons were superb liars.
    â€œPlease go,” I said, hoping he hadn’t been lying about being unable to hurt me. That too had been convincing. “I’m not taking your bribe.”
    â€œYou’re a succubus,” he mused. “You don’t need money—that’s what Starla’ll probably offer you, by the way. But I’m guessing you’ve got plenty of your own—or can get it from some dying old man. Kurt . . . he’s smart. He might offer something good. Not sure which way he’ll go. But me . . . let’s see. Pleasure. That’s what you want.”
    I choked on a laugh. “Pleasure? Baby, do you know how often I get laid?”
    He waved his hand dismissively. “Probably more than me. But that doesn’t mean you like it.”
    It was true. I didn’t always like it. Sometimes the act did it for me; sometimes not. But there was one part I always liked.
    â€œI get my life from it,” I said honestly. “And when that happens—that rush—that transfer. That’s pleasure. That’s amazing. Better than the sex.”
    â€œBut wouldn’t it be nice to experience sex that was better than the transfer?”
    I stared incredulously. “You’re trying to bribe me with sex? You’re trying to bribe a succubus with sex? ” Maybe he was the killer. He was clearly deranged enough. “That’s the most—”
    Clyde reached out and touched my forehead with his fingertips. I gasped at the jolt of power that shot through me.
    Suddenly, I wasn’t standing in the hotel room anymore. I was in another room, a room from antiquity, on a bed covered in plump pillows and silk sheets. The silk slid against my back, and Clyde’s body slid against the bare skin on my front.
    Our limbs were entwined, his mouth on mine in a kiss that was all fire. He was fire. His skin was literally hot—so, so hot. It was a