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Aria’s eyes. She dislodged one thumb from her belt loop and tucked her black and blue bangs behind her ear. “Alright, I’ll surprise you.”
    “I’m sure you will,” I called as she walked away from me, certain she’d do exactly that.
    With Aria out of my field of vision, I questioned my own actions.
I should call Gypsy,
I thought.
I should let her know about this. If Aria can disappear easily, then perhaps . . .
    I shook my head violently at the thought. No, Gypsy had already paid enough of a price for my selective tastes. If I needed to take life, it should be from a whore, somebody who would never be missed. Somebody that couldn’t be connected to either of us, to spare my twin the disgust of bribing Detective Jacobson for his silence with her body.
    I frowned as that thought crept, unwanted, back into my head. Would I fuck some random detective to protect Gypsy’s anonymity, if she had to kill to charge a succubus soul that she never asked to wield? Yes, yes I would. Anything for my twin, my beautiful, unfortunate other half.
    Aria returned shortly with a smirk on her face. I glanced at the kitchen and saw the manager gaping at her back, shocked and disapproving.
    “Your first course, Mr. Chain,” she began.
    “Call me Asher,” I corrected her, gesturing that she should continue.
    She blinked. “Very well, Asher. Your first course is six omelettes with the works, four fruit bowls, yogurt parfait, eight pieces of toast, and our fabulous fruit waffles.”
    My jaw dropped at the amount of food. But then I remembered my own comment about making the day worth her while for the inconvenience and surrendered. I brought this on myself, challenging her the way I did.
    As Aria set down plates, I snatched up my phone and called Glenda, Gypsy’s assistant. “Clear my schedule,” I ordered her, ignoring her shock that I would demand her time. I never used Gypsy’s staff except for Jim and John and their exceptional body-disposal skills.
    Aria dropped the last plate of waffles in front of me and I flashed her my dazzling smile. Her eyes lit up momentarily and she masked it by clearing her throat.
    “Looks delicious, sweetie!” And I dove in with my fork.
    She raised one eyebrow at me, stuck her thumb through her belt loop and sauntered away, her head held smugly high.
    It was a lot of food. I was full by my second plate but still had seven more in front of me plus the fruit bowls. I thought about the way Aria’s skirt exposed the lower planes of her abs when her thumb dragged the edge of the black fabric down low. Even with that revealing stance of hers, I still had no idea if her underwear matched her black attire or her ridiculous socks. I devoured another plate of food, distracting myself from how badly I wanted to take her to the cabin.
    But as usual, the problem was that taking her there equaled killing her, and with Aria, that truth pissed me off so much I ate faster, furious.
    She returned to refill my coffee and bring me some water. Three hours into the feast, she moved to take an omelette off the table and I stopped her hand with the tines of my fork, denting them into the delicate skin on the back of her slender hand. “Excuse me,” I said, “but I’m not finished with that.”
    She gaped at me for a moment, then stepped back and stared at me as I dove into my final fruit bowl. I was determined to win the challenge I brought upon myself.
    By lunchtime, I was finished and stuffed. Aria cleared my plates and looked almost apologetic, so I thanked her for the fantastic selection of dishes.
    “Won’t you sit and enjoy a coffee with me?” I suggested. The restaurant was busy and bustling with activity, though the manager left her section vacant save for me.
    “I’m working,” she muttered, obviously conflicted.
    “You don’t have any other tables.”
    Aria snorted again and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and whose fault is that? Manager won’t give me any more until you’re gone. I’m losing money