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only done that after she’d begged him. Surely he didn’t want to do that again?
    She forced her legs to work, stood, and stumbled to the bathroom. One foot in front of the other, Jacinta focused on each step. Sister Helen always said even the angel Gabriel could survive in hell, if only he concentrated on surviving the first thirty seconds, then the next, and the next, ad infinitum.
    Concentrate . First the knife. Where to hide it? They’d bought a roll of electrical tape from the hardware store. Working quickly, she picked one of her new boots and taped the knife to the inside. She tested to ensure the hilt was within reach but not visible, and only then did her bunched neck muscles relax.
    Shower, shampoo, brush her teeth, and get rid of the damned contacts. I am so going to roast in hell. Now, I’m swearing in my thoughts.
    Funny how a hot shower and a change of clothes lifted the spirits. Jacinta had dreaded looking in the mirror. She groaned at her reflection. Her hair stood up in short, jagged spikes. A half-drowned cat would look more appealing. Most of her life, she had never paid much attention to her reflection, but that changed after she’d left the cloister. Had it only been fifty-seven days ago?
    The knock on the door came quicker than she expected. She hurried to fetch the key and waited for Demon to speak.
    “Room service. I have your dinner order.” The man’s muffled voice sounded familiar.
    She dithered, hopping from one bare foot to the other. Had Demon changed his mind?
    “What the fuck?” Demon’s snarled bellow startled her into dropping the key.
    A glass shattered, and the loud crack made her jump. Metal clanged on cement, and she heard male voices grunting curses. Demon was under attack.
    Jacinta retrieved the key while scouring the room for a weapon. She grabbed a heavy brass vase, stabbed the key into the lock, and opened the door. Raising the vase over her head, she stepped back quickly to avoid slamming against the man Demon had just rammed his fist into. She overrotated and landed on the door frame.
    Demon didn’t glance in her direction but grabbed the man, punched him twice, and added a third jab when the man slithered down the wall.
    He opened a bleary, swollen eye. “Pedro will have her. And after he finishes with her, he will give her to me.”
    “Come near her again and I will give Pedro your cock and tell him where he can find the rest of you. Don’t set foot in this hotel again.” Demon spun around. “Get back inside.”
    She cringed but took a step back and set the vase on its pedestal.
    “I told you not to open that door to anyone but me.” Demon shoved her into the room, banged the door shut, and twisted the key.
    His roar echoed in her ears.
    “I didn’t.” She had opened the door for him .
    “What the heck did you think you could do?”
    She didn’t like the shouting. “Whatever I had to.” She went on tiptoe, refusing to be intimidated by his ferocious scowl and his bellowing. Her voice rose. “I am not helpless.”
    “Oh yeah? I didn’t sacrifice my virginity last night in front of four men and one vicious woman.”
    She flinched but didn’t back down. “I did what I had to. I didn’t panic. I survived.”
    “So you did.” He hauled her into his arms. “You scared me spitless when I realized you were going to try to tackle Hugo. I don’t get what you do to me. I’m sorry your first time was so damned awful. I’d give anything to redo last night.”
    “It could have been Emilio.” She laughed, knowing the only other choice was crying. “I will never regret it being you. Never.”
    “Aw, sweetheart. You wring me out.” He drew back and traced a whorl of her ear. She shivered. Who knew an ear had so many nerve endings?
    “That was the man who said Pedro would slice off your balls.” When his eyes narrowed, she added, “I never forget a voice.”
    “Don’t worry about him. He won’t be around anymore.” He let his arms drop, and she