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something had made her brain go all fuzzy, leaving her unable
to remember landing.
    “Do not move,” a familiar voice
commanded.
    “I… I have to,” she croaked, her throat dry
and weary.
    “No.” The voice was softer now, and Andi felt
a heavy arm stretch across her torso. “Why would you allow him to
feed on you twice in one night?”
    Reality set in. A simple evening of mindless
fun and nefarious antics had turned into an unbelievably deadly
situation. Had the man, Michael, slipped her PCP and none of this
was real? Hell, maybe Michael didn’t even exist. Was she still
unconscious in her vehicle at the muddy base of the embankment?
    Do not question what cannot be denied ,
the strange voice echoed in the back of her mind.
    “Stop.” She threw the arm aside and sat up,
reeling about until he stopped her from falling to the ground.
    “Fine. I will speak aloud.”
    “Who are you?”
    A chuckle filled the darkness. She did not
find her question funny in the least and when she spoke up to say
as much, the gravelly sound died as quickly as it had begun.
    “I am the demon your lover wishes to capture
and exchange for the price of his humanity.”
    “Jesus, he isn’t my lover ,” she
sighed. “He’s just a guy.”
    Where had that come from? When she was with
Michael, it seemed right. Her choice to shag the ever-loving fuck
out of him was undeniably sound. He was Adonis reincarnated. But
now…away from his essence and advances, he was only a man.
    No! she reminded herself, A
demon .
    Aren’t we all? the disquieted voice
questioned.
    “Get out of my head!” she balked. Pushing his
imposing form away as she stood, Andi pried her blurry eyes open.
Even swaddled in the large mass of dark material, she could tell
that the stranger was made of nothing less than wave upon wave of
rippling muscle. “Stay back or—“
    “You may hurt me?”
    Andi leaned against the wall and really
looked at the man before her. His dark hair was short, exposing
hard facial lines, statuesque angles, and long, angelic eyelashes.
He was tall and formidable, yet something didn’t add up. He was not
as he seemed. While he should have been a force to end all,
something was askew.
    “You’re sick,” Andi guessed out of
nowhere.
    The shock was apparent in his charcoal
eyes.
    One small footstep in front of the other, she
tried to approach him, but he withdrew as if she were the snake
ready to strike.
    Stopping, she ventured, “What’s wrong with
you?”
    It was his turn to sigh.
    “Tell me,” she persisted. “Maybe I can
help.”
    “I almost believe you can,” his voice
rumbled, and Andi saw a sadness in his expression that had the
power to extinguish even the strongest heart of hearts.
    “First, tell me who you are and where we
are.”
    Glancing around, she could tell they were in
an underground cell. Tree roots infringed on the makeshift
enclosure and hard earth packed a thousand times over made for
walls.
    “Why am I here with you?” She couldn’t resist
her curiosity.
    “They call me Death, and maybe I am here for
you.”
    It was Andi’s turn to laugh, and the robust
noise made the raven-haired stranger edgy.
    “That’s sweet,” she said, “Was Dildo taken?”
    The stranger stared in disbelief at her
insolence. He straightened his broad shoulders and raised his chin
to look fierce and imposing as he approached her. “Do not mistake
me for that docile incubus. My demon blood runs much crueler.”
    Andi’s first instinct was to side step out of
the line of fire. However, never being one to back down, she faced
her fear, looking him directly in the eyes. “What kind of big, bad
demon are you?”
    Leaning into her face, a sickening sound
erupted from between his lips. A sound Andi had never quite heard
before. And in the barely there light floating in from beyond the
cell door, she gasped as two rows of extremely large, pointed teeth
protruded from his otherwise sensual mouth.
    “The kind that bites,” he snapped in