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already.”
    “I’m sure you’d like to think so.” She pinned him in a seething stare, even though her cheeks flamed with color. “Since you know who I am, it shouldn’t come as any surprise to know that I despise you and everything your House stands for. If you think that’s going to change because I was foolish enough to gamble against you tonight, you’re sorely mistaken.”
    He met her outrage with a calm, level glance. He reached out, unable to resist stroking his fingertips over the deep pink flush on her face. “I said you’re going to want me between your legs, sweet Asha. I didn’t say you had to like me.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Crude. Overbearing. Despicable.
    Seated alone in an elegant dining room inside Ebarron House’s living quarters, Ashayla mentally recited a litany of condemnations for the demon Master who’d brought her there about an hour ago. Sorin had personally escorted her from the casino to the private elevator that carried them up to the Incubi stronghold a dozen floors above, then he’d left her by herself without a word of excuse or explanation.
    As she waited, dreading what might come next, she couldn’t help reliving the time she’d already spent in Sorin’s company.
    She couldn’t help recalling the way he teased her, taunted her, even charmed her—all against her will. The memory of his kiss still blazed on her lips, on her tongue. Just the thought of his hot, demanding mouth on hers made liquid heat pool in her core.
    But he was wrong if he thought he could seduce her. No matter what she’d wagered tonight, she had no intention of giving herself to him willingly.
    She would rather chew off her own arm than give the demon that satisfaction.
    Arrogant. Infuriating. Bastard.
    He may have won their bet, but she hadn’t forgotten why she was there in the first place.
    Reaching down to her boot, she slipped her fingers inside the black leather to where the small metal vial of Nephilim magic was concealed. Still there. Maybe this awful detour could be used to her advantage. Maybe there would be an opportunity to slip away from Sorin later tonight and search for the treasure room.
    Or maybe she should use the potion for her own self-preservation and escape before the Incubus returned to collect on her debt.
    As her fingers curled around the vial, the massive double doors opened across the room and Sorin strode inside.
    “I apologize for leaving you here by yourself for so long. Family matters required my attention.” He said it as if she was a guest invited for tea and he the polite host.
    Ashayla casually brought her hands into her lap and shrugged. “I hope you didn’t rush back on my account. You could’ve stayed away all night as far as I’m concerned.”
    He grunted, the corner of his mouth quirking. As he approached the table and took the seat at the head of it to her right, several Incubi servants in formal attire followed from outside the room.
    The men wheeled in two large dining carts draped in white linen and loaded with dome-covered dinner plates and fine china table service for two. On another cart came a chilling bottle of champagne and sparkling crystal glasses. The servants began efficiently arranging the silver and glassware on the table in front of Ashayla and him. They placed one covered plate in front of her, another in front of Sorin.
    It was lovely, all of it. And oh…it smelled delicious, even from under the polished silver lids.
    She swiveled a suspicious glance on Sorin. “What’s the meaning of this?”
    “Dinner. I thought you’d be hungry.”
    Was he kidding? “No.” She shook her head. “You can’t actually expect that I’m going to sit here and eat with you like I’m your guest and this is…what, some twisted kind of date?”
    One tawny brow lifted. “Would you prefer we skip the formalities and head right to my bed?” Sorin’s handsome face was placid as he looked at her, but dark power stormed in his penetrating gaze. “Or shall we