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harsh.”
    “It’s just the truth,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Look, Celia, you want the blade—and those are my terms. If you don’t agree to them, we can continue the hand-to-hand combat until one of us slips up—but don’t count on being the one who leaves here with the blade. So—make your decision.”
    Her back was against the wall. If she failed to procure the blade, Didier would have no qualms about killing Bianca. Sizing up Evi, Celia had to admit that her chances of beating him in combat were slim—and that was only if he didn’t decide to shift. In tiger form, he would overpower her in a heartbeat, and since the entire house was grounded, there was absolutely no chance of snatching the blade and teleporting.
    She was royally fucked.
    Celia cast another glance at Evi, this time looking at him not as a worthy opponent but simply as a man. His facial features were sharp and captivating, his movements lithe and predatory. He was leaner, more sinewy than she remembered, and that boyish laissez-faire attitude that had endeared him to her all those years ago had vanished. In his honey-colored eyes, she saw only loneliness, grief and even a little regret.
    So what was she to do? Though the lack of medication would cause damage, ultimately Bianca would survive the night. Without the blade, she would most certainly die. The choice, although difficult, was clear.
    I’ve already made one deal with a devil so why not another?
    “Okay,” Celia reluctantly agreed and lowered her knife. She checked her watch before clearly issuing her own terms. “I can only give you six hours and twenty-two minutes. I’m leaving at 6:30 a.m. with the blade.”
    She might have imagined it, but Evi’s face seemed to register surprise at her acceptance of his terms. Harshly, he said, “Fine.”
    “Fine,” she echoed coldly.
    He crossed the space between them and trailed the tip of the blade down her cheek. He didn’t use enough pressure to cut or scratch her. He used only enough to remind her that he held all the power tonight. “If at any time you can’t handle it, you just say the safe word and I’ll let you leave. Without the blade, of course.”
    Raising her chin, Celia unwaveringly met his gaze. “I’m not some punk-ass bitch. I’ll match whatever you dish out.”
    Excitement flickered across his face and he slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her near. “We’ll see about that, Celia.”
    His tongue rasped her cheek before it traced her ear, and Celia shivered not with revulsion, but pleasure. There was something exhilarating about a man who could match her, who wasn’t frightened of her.
    “Don’t get any funny ideas about using your magic on me,” he warned. “My bedroom is protected with wards that will prevent the use of your powers. And just in case you change your mind, Celia—the safe word for tonight is topaz.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    Holding the tip of the blade to her back, Evi directed Celia into the adjacent bedroom, his heart clamoring and pulse sprinting. He couldn’t believe she’d accepted his proposition. Truthfully, he’d simply been stalling while he tried to decide how best to disarm her. He’d been on the verge of shifting when she’d agreed.
    He almost pitied her. If she thought this was going to be an easy fuck and go, she was sorely mistaken. She’d tried to steal from him, and now he meant to punish her. He would push her limits by teasing her with the promise of the blade, but when it was all said and done, she would leave empty-handed. He wasn’t in the business of rewarding thieves.
    Almost painfully engorged, his cock leapt against the fly of his jeans. When was the last time he’d been this excited? Granted, the whores he hired from those high-end Moscow brothels were adeptly skilled in their trade, but they didn’t really stimulate him. They played along with his scenarios, always indulging him because they were paid well.
    Celia’s situation was different.