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What am I doing?
    When she got downstairs, the demon was on her sofa doing the draping thing again as if he hadn’t just rattled the house like an impatient ass. He stroked Scarlett’s back while she arched and purred more obscenely than if she’d been in heat. Rhett was crouched on the floor by his feet, hissing and scowling up at the interloper.
    “Ah, there you are,” he said. “Have a seat.”
    His lord of the manor attitude grated, causing her to forget for a moment that he was the big scary that had at least one, and possibly several murders under his belt.
    “Fuck you,” she said. But she sank into the chair he indicated.
    “That offer was on the table when you had a histrionic fit a few moments ago,” he replied, still petting the animal on his lap. Scarlett looked up at her and offered a soft, reproachful, “mrarrr”, informing Anna she was quite stupid.
    “Oh really? Cause the way I remember it, you confessed to murder, and then were moving in to attack me.”
    “I didn’t attack you. I was going to seduce you.”
    “You’re out of practice, asshole. Seduction attempts work best when you don’t mention one of the women you murdered, just an FYI for future reference.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her stare glacial. If she could just stay angry she could keep the panic from consuming the last of her sanity.
    She watched as Scarlett wantonly rubbed her little cat body against his sculpted chest, and for one crazy second, she imagined it was her.
    “I do apologize. I’m hungry and moody. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
    Anna goggled at him. Did he really believe apologizing made it all better? What century was this relic from?
    “I offered you a chance to leave,” he said reasonably.
    Of course, he’d believe he was being magnanimous. She was sure he felt that by staying in the house she’d given him express permission to do whatever he wanted with her. She shivered at the thought of what that could mean, as well as her shrinking revulsion over the idea.
    She wiped those thoughts away. “No. Writing on my bathroom mirror with your finger like somebody just out of haunting school is not offering me the chance to leave. You could have just talked to me.”
    “I’m talking to you now.”
    “Fine. We’ve talked.” She crossed the room and picked a protesting Scarlett up off his lap, unable to watch the disturbing display any longer, then moved to the chair farthest from him.
    “I’m Luc,” he said.
    “That’s nice. I’m Anna. Get the fuck out of my house.”
    He observed her quietly for a few moments, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You have quite a dirty little mouth, which I’m sure we can put to better use later.”
    Anna flushed as Scarlett clawed down the sides of her arms, making blood well up. She shoved the cat onto the floor, and Scarlett scrambled back over to Luc, primly resettling herself on his lap. She meowed up at him, giving permission for him to continue his ministrations. He laughed but went back to petting her.
    “Traitor,” Anna said. She turned her attention back to the demon on her couch. “First of all, unless you intend to force me, my dirty little mouth isn’t going to be put to any better use you could think of. And secondly, you can and you will leave. Or I’ll make you leave.” She was feeling doubtful about her abilities in that department, but once her mouth started running she had a hard time stopping it sometimes. This time it might get her killed.
    His eyes hardened as they met hers, and he smiled, seemingly satisfied when she shrank under the power of his stare. “I won’t force you. I can’t feed unless you are more-or-less willing. But I’m not worried. You’ll eventually succumb to my charms like everyone else.”
    Anna snorted, unable to believe this fossil.
    Luc glared. “I hope you are successful. I would love to leave this house.”
    His pronouncement shook her out of her conflicted emotions. “You can’t