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leave room for me to sit without him
crowding me.
    “You can’t win the bet by just calling everyone a pussy for
the rest of the evening,” I told him.
    “There were no rules stipulated in the pussy bet,” he
pointed out. “We could just talk about your pussy for the rest of the night,”
he suggested.
    “No,” I countered.
    “So, you aren’t going to tell me all about your pussy?” he
teased.
    I slid down onto the sofa and leaned closer. “You’ll know
all about it by the end of the night,” I said with a sweet smile and an
innocent bat of my eyes.
    Dylan swallowed hard. “You may be the death of me, little
pussy cat.”
    I laughed at his nickname. Over the next two hours, I found
myself laughing more than I had in the last year and enjoying Dylan’s company
more than I should. Wanting Dylan was one thing, but liking him meant I might
make the colossal mistake of falling for a warlock. That was a mistake I had no
intention of making.

Chapter Five
The Hunter
    I could practically taste her fear. This was one of the best
parts of the hunt. Don’t get me wrong, the kill is still better, but
anticipation has its advantages. My prey’s pace increased, meaning she sensed
the danger. Foolish bitch shouldn’t be walking around at night, but demons
often have an over-inflated estimation of their ability to protect themselves.
Pulling the black hoodie up so my face was better hidden, I quickened my pace.
She was new to this area and was about to turn into one of the many alleys that
lined the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately, this one didn’t let out onto
another street. Once she reached the end and turned right, she’d find herself
trapped.
    I watched her scurry around the corner like a little mouse,
trying to find a hole to hide in. My heart was beating so hard from the
excitement that I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
    “What do you want?” she asked from the end of the alley, her
voice shaking with fear.
    “You,” I said in a quiet voice that would barely make it to
her ears.
    Reaching out my hand, I watched her brow furrow in
confusion. She likely didn’t understand her fear, which probably seemed
irrational considering I wasn’t really threatening her. My calm demeanor likely
added to her confusion.
    “There’s no need to be afraid, little demon,” I assured her
and watched as she relaxed some. The fear didn’t completely fade, which made
sense since she’d just been followed into an alley by a strange man she
couldn’t fully see.
    “You seem familiar,” she said, and I was surprised she
hadn’t noticed that before, especially considering how much time we’d spent
together earlier that evening. “Have we met at SpellBinders?”
    Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the first of two
ready-made spells. Tossing the spell pod on the ground in front of me, I
watched as a bubble of magic formed around the alley. It was my spell, made
especially for me, so only I saw it. My prey had no idea the trap had just been
sprung. No one would see or hear us now.
    “Don’t come any closer,” she said, taking a step back,
pressing her slinky dress against the filthy dumpster.
    “Or what?” I asked, laughing at her bravado. “Are you going
to hit me with your tiny little purse? Perhaps, you’ll scream for help. Nothing
will save you now.”
    Her eyes darted to the ground, which was littered with
trash, bird feces, and possibly human waste, and then they looked back at me as
I continued my slow approach. I was close enough to catch the faint scent of
sweat, but it was muted by the filth of the alley. Suddenly, I was furious with
her for leading me here where I’d be forced to endure these putrid smells.
    “This could have been much easier for you,” I lied. “Now,
I’m going to have to make you suffer for your defiance.”
    That pushed her into action, and she quickly slipped off her
shoes and held them as if she’d use the pointy heels as weapons. “Don’t touch
me!”
    I