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he kissed one bare shoulder. “You sure you don’t have a whip lying around?”
    â€œOh, please.” I smirked at him and took a few seconds to adjust the bodice. I had my pendant tucked between my breasts. Wasn’t very comfortable, but I couldn’t afford to have the wrong person see it, nor could I afford to be without it. There wasn’t any room for weapons on me, but that had been intentional.
    I wanted to look around this first trip in, not fight. I’d made that clear to Ren as well, but he’d have weapons on him. I knew that as sure as I knew my own name.
    Still, I knew I could trust him not to draw them unless he had to.
    I just hoped nobody forced his hand…or mine. I might not have weapons, but I’m pretty far from helpless.
    The air closer to the building felt hot and heavy, a warning of what lay inside.
    I’d known from the get-go this wouldn’t be a quick, easy job. I might have been harboring hopes, but they were dying, fading, withering away with every second I remained close to this abyss of darkness.
    â€œShould be a piece of cake , ” he had told me. Those had been my boss’s exact words.
    â€œWill, one of these days, I’m going to kick your ass,” I said to myself.
    â€œHmmm?”
    I shook my head. “Just grumbling about Will. He had the nerve to say this should be an easy job.”
    â€œWell, so far all I’ve done is make out with you in view of others and watch other people making out as well,” Ren shot me his trademark devilish smile and in a low voice added, “Seems remarkably easy.”
    â€œYour luck is about to break.”
    This wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t going to be quick. We would have to kill while we were here. Not tonight, but sometime before the job was over. I knew it as sure as I was standing there. Possession by succubi or incubi was subtle…a seduction. It started out as just a minor need. Sex—something pleasant…maybe even harmless.
    But the more the victim fed that need—through sex, naturally—the stronger the hold. It was like an addiction.
    In the early days it was possible to rid the victim of the demon’s presence. Possible, but not easy, and the longer it went on the harder it would become.
    Sooner or later, without intervention, the demon would be in control and the need for sex would dominate over anything else. Everything else.
    Either the victim literally screwed themselves to death—forgoing food, water, anything and everything that wasn’t sex. The other scenario—the need for sex became so overwhelming they lost all inhibitions and all sense of right and wrong.
    I’d saved people in the past before one of the possessed could rape them.
    Somebody in there was already too far gone. Either they were killing themselves without realizing it, or I’d have to kill them when they went too far. Personally, I’d rather find whoever it was and just end it now .
    A waste. Such a waste. Somebody had given up everything.
    Do I sound slightly bitter? Sorry. Can’t help it. I’d lost my rose-colored glasses a few hundred years ago. Right about the time I lost my virginity and, shortly thereafter, my Prince Charming.
    â€œElle.”
    Speak of the devil .
    I knew that voice. It was the last voice I wanted to hear right now. Unless he was saying something along the lines of, “Ow, that hurts!” as I beat him across the head with a heavy, blunt object.
    I stood there, frozen. Although I didn’t want to turn and face the music, my partner had no reservations.
    I dug my fingers into Ren’s arm.
    Why ?
    Will. Damn it. He’d done this—orchestrated this.
    Schooling my features, I turned around and I’m proud to say, I didn’t feel the urge to swoon. Not even for a second.
    That angel face of his hadn’t changed at all in the past three hundred years.
    He looked as perfect now as he had the day