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Neither did he care to examine the hellfire that raged within him when he thought of Grace afraid. Or what this Michael person had done to her. Caspian was a demon. He shouldn’t be having feelings, of hellfire or otherwise.
    A damnable voice in the back of his head reminded him that he’d once been human. Yeah, a long time ago and even, yes, in a land far away, he’d been mortal. Once. But he was too far gone for that now. This was his fate, his destiny. His mother had not been of virgin flesh when she’d made her deal, so Caspian was always meant for this. Unlike those who were fully human, he’d been denied free will. Caspian had always known demonhood lay at the end of any path he chose in life. He’d been born of demon flesh, so what other option was there?
    He realized suddenly the enormity of what he’d done with Grace. They could possibly have a child. Before he’d touched her, this sort of thing hadn’t mattered: Demon spawn didn’t much concern him, other than the Big Boss’s reaction. Not until now had he cared about the rest. Not until this woman. She made him feel all sorts of things he didn’t want to face.
    It was all by virtue of her body, he supposed. Which was a laugh. It was like he was a virgin who’d fallen in love with the first girl that would fuck him. Now he was wrapped around her little finger, the Poindexter slavering after the cheerleader for a peek up her skirt. This was no longer a simple business transaction. Because he liked her. He might have spawn with her, and worse, he was worried about that fact. Sure, he’d tagged other pieces more than once, but he never planned it, never thought of tomorrow, and never worried about consequences. This was unacceptable!
    He suddenly doubled over in pain, though a low growl was the only sign he gave of his distress. “Consider your part paid in full,” he ground out. “I will fulfill my end.” He had to get away from her. The very breath in her body made him ache somehow, and he’d had enough.
    He dematerialized.

C HAPTER F OUR
    Revenge Is Best Served Cold
    S he found it odd in the extreme that Caspian had stayed the night and then abruptly vanished after asking about her son. She’d expected him to leave immediately after they concluded her part of the contract: the payment in flesh. And, oh, dear saints in Heaven, how she’d paid. She ached everywhere. But it was that good kind of pain that let her know she’d definitely been in the company of a sex god. She hadn’t enjoyed a time like that in . . . well, ever.
    A nice, hot bath was just what she needed. With bubbles and a glass of wine. Yes, Grace felt languorous and leisurely, considering that a demon had just vacated her house—and her body, for that matter. Plans of vengeance could wait.
    She paused, wondering if part of her brain would kick in and scream like a banshee on the rag, asking her what in the name of Hell she’d just done, even though the little voice in her head would know what she’d done because it was there. Or not. Where had that little voice gotten off to? Was it on vacation? Did it have an answering machine? Could Grace leave it a message?
    On second thought, Grace really didn’t want to leave a message. It was kind of nice not listening to her conscience shrieking into her ear all the time. Maybe it would stay gone forever.
    Part of her knew that these were extremely dangerous thoughts. These were the type of reflections that littered that amazingly glittery path to damnation, like so many primrose petals. But, seeing as her conscience was away from its desk, the concern wasn’t as great as it might have been. She’d worry about it later.
    Grace sank deeply into some hot water and wished that for once she could have a bath that would do more than cover her rump or her breasts. She wanted a tub that fit both. If she sank down far enough to cover her chest, her legs were in the air. If she sat up, the rest of her was cold. It sort of ruined the effect of