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his foot. “Now are you going to stitch up my damn wound or let me bleed out all over your floor?”
    Her eyes narrowed, fire blazing in their depths. “Something tells me the second option would be wiser.”
    He grunted. Imagine that. Another thing they agreed on.

Chapter Four
     
    Good grief. Why in the world was she so attracted to such a miserable son of a bitch? Marabella scrubbed her palms beneath the running faucet, barely registering the pink-tinted suds swirling down the drain. Okay, there was definitely his mouthwatering physique to consider. Even the numerous scars patterning his bronzed flesh didn’t take away from his dark beauty. If anything, they only added to his ruggedness like badges of honor.
    She halted in mid-rinse while she pondered that last thought. Did honor even belong in a demon’s vocabulary? Doubtful. More than likely those scars were courtesy of nefarious acts he’d committed. Regardless, getting her panties wet over him was a bad mistake—almost as boneheaded as her impulsive decision to bring him here. If the witches’ guild, or goddess forbid, her mom , ever caught wind of what’d gone down tonight, her ass would be in the ringer. Still, it wasn’t like she could leave him wounded and helpless in the park. She wouldn’t have been able to live with it if something happened to him.
    With that realization firmly planted in her mind, she ripped two paper towels from the available roll and blotted her hands dry. She spun on her heel and blinked as she took in the empty chair where the demon had sat seconds ago. Her attention fell to the ground, and she noticed his shirt had disappeared too.
    She crumpled the paper towels and shot them in the direction of the sink before rushing from the room. Her pace harried, she methodically checked the entire store and quickly came to the conclusion he’d ditched her.
    She grunted, the irony of the situation epic. “Twice in one night. Has to be a record for me.”
    She retraced her steps to the kitchen and flicked off the lights. After one final inspection to ensure the sneaky demon wasn’t hiding in the shadows somewhere, she freed the deadbolt that led to the rear vestibule and the stairway to her apartment. Once she secured the lock, she trudged upstairs. Tossing her purse on the couch, she wandered to the antique secretary and tugged the chain on the brass table lamp, splashing a warm circle of light on the monitor of her laptop. She punched the Power key and a few seconds later hopped online. The cursor blinked in the Search text box, taunting her. Fingers trembling, she shot a look over her shoulder and groaned at her ridiculous nerves.
    For goddess’s sake, it wasn’t like her mom or any members of the guild would barge in on her the moment she began typing.
    At least she hoped not.
    Stiffening her spine, she tapped the word demon into the search field, followed by the name she’d heard Jasper use in the park—Gorasola. No useful results popped up. Certainly nothing that screamed this is the sinfully gorgeous and surly-as-hell demon you’re seeking .
    She pillowed her cheek in her palm and blew out a breath. “It’s probably for the best.” She didn’t need to encourage any more of this stupid obsession with him. Or keep recounting the hot, intense look in his eyes when he’d felt her up. Her traitorous nipples immediately pebbled at the memory. Of course, his tune had changed real fast after she’d slapped him. Her ego wouldn’t let her forget that tiny, sad fact. Apparently demons weren’t immune to the weird curse hanging over her head. Isn’t that just my luck?
    She frowned at the inappropriate and completely unhelpful thought. Strike that, she was blissfully happy there was no possibility of mattress mamboing with a demon in her future. Particularly Mr. Buff and Scowling Gorasola. From here on out, no more begrudging her circumstances. Fate had handed her a huge favor with this curse business. She saw that now.
    Her mood