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Pricilla would do.”
    He wasn’t entirely convinced. Not about Pricilla being sneaky. That was a given. But why go to these lengths? Or behind the council’s back, for that matter? Pricilla had Marcus Bahltair, the demon king, wrapped around her pinky. Not bloody likely he’d deny her anything she decided to put before the council.
    Sam scratched his beard scruff one last time before dropping his hand. “All of this theorizing is irrelevant. I’m under contract to the bitch. Nothing short of my death will alter that.” And he already knew the unlikelihood of that happening. But to be honest, he wasn’t completely against the idea of accidentally knocking a hairdryer into the tub the next time he took a soak.
    Damn, he didn’t own a hairdryer. Might have to put that item on the shopping list.
    A crafty smile curved Cass’s lips. “Actually, there is an alternative to death. We can corrupt and break your seal, thereby making you useless to Pricilla.”
    He frowned. “ Corrupt ? What the devil are you talking about?”
    “A few years ago I looked into the possibility of having my soul-collector code stripped so Dad would get off my back once and for all. Turns out it can’t be done because of my reaper DNA. But…” Cass’s grin widened, “…a branded demon is a different story. All of my research points at the very real possibility that you can be corrupted, Sam.”
    The words that’d just fallen from her mouth might as well have been uttered in a foreign tongue—they were that unfathomable for his brain to comprehend.
    Cass honestly thought there was a way to destroy his seal? He stared into his cousin’s eyes, his head spinning as he took in her obvious excitement. Holy hell. Could it be possible? There was a way for him to get out of this mess and give Pricilla the bitch a big fuck you at the same time? Okay, where did the punch line come in? “Let’s pretend for a second I’m taking any of this seriously. How the devil does my seal get corrupted?”
    “Yeah, I’m curious about that part too.” Nikki swung her foot, banging the heel of her combat boot on the leg of the table, marking the glossy black finish.
    A vein throbbed in his forehead in rhythm to her kicks as he checked the urge to wrap his hands around Nikki’s neck and squeeze. Not too hard. Just enough to make her pass out for the next hour or two—long enough to grant him time to pack her belongings and stow them and her unconscious body on the front stoop of her parents’ house.
    “It’s quite simple,” Cass said, breaking through Sam’s private grumblings. “It took a practioner of the black arts to seal your brand. That means it’ll take a white witch to break it.”
    He scowled. “Shit. I knew this was too good to be true.”
    Cass tossed up her arms. “Why are you being so negative?”
    “Hello? You’re talking about Sam here. Pessimistic is his middle name.” Nikki cocked her head to the side. “Or is it pissy? I always get the two confused.”
    Cass must have intuited his murderous thoughts concerning her sister because she cleared her throat, drawing his attention back to her. “Give this a chance, Sam. I know it’ll work.”
    “And how do you propose I convince a white witch to go along with it? Most of them aren’t lined up to do dealings with a demon.” Against his will, his thoughts shifted to his savior. For some weird, mysterious reason, she’d helped him last night. Maybe he was on to something about her being not right in the head. It’d explain her not running from him.
    “Well, that’s kind of the fortunate part. She wouldn’t actually have to know what’s going on.”
    Yet another thing that seemed too good to be true. He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah? Care to explain how that works?”
    Cass gnawed on the corner of her lip before responding. “What you need is a powerful enough energy spike from her to break through the seal.”
    “Okay, I’m with you so far. Still not sure how you think I can