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pounding of her heart. The ultra-dim sconces along the textured walls made for the ultimate mood lighting. Like one of those actresses in a horror movie, she walked toward her own destruction. Worse, she knew it and still kept going. But it wasn’t as if she had a choice. Not anymore.
    She knocked once on the heavy wooden door before slipping it open and stepping inside, as he would expect her to do. An ornate, dark wood table occupied a good portion of the large room, with a throne-like chair on one side of it. Asmodeus’s work space. Ceremonial daggers hung on the terra-cotta-textured walls. Other than that, the room was empty. Nowhere for visitors to sit.
    No one got to sit in his presence.
    Karen, another one of his succubi, stood next to Asmodeus by the table. They’d clearly just finished their business. He buttoned his black shirt while Karen drew her clothes back into place, keeping her eyes averted.
    As an incubus, Asmodeus radiated a level of sex appeal that most women couldn’t resist. Even though he was twice her age, he looked no more than thirty. That was the benefit of being a sex demon: a youthful appearance right until the very end.
    Topped off with his dark hair and eyes, playboy charm, and lean, sculpted physique, Asmodeus had the makings of every woman’s dream hero. But in his case, describing him as a lady-killer would be a hundred percent accurate. Now that Amara knew who he really was, all she noticed was his cruelty and deception. He was evil.
    “That’s enough, Karen. You may retire for the evening.”
    Karen gave Asmodeus a tight nod and headed for the exit. The revulsion in her eyes, mixed with the pitying glance she tossed to Amara, said it all.
    My turn. Except she hadn’t come back with what he’d sent her for. Oh, she was in big, big trouble.
    “You encountered no difficulty, I presume?” When she hesitated, trying to figure out the best way to confess her failure, Asmodeus turned to her with a glower. “The dark elf I sent you for?”
    Her stomach was heavy as lead. The urge to run almost overwhelmed her. But she couldn’t. He would only chase her down. “He...he got away.”
    “He got away ?” The steely menace in his voice made her edge back. “Tell me, Amara, how is that possible?”
    Her current assignment was a powerful dark elf named Lucio. He was in this dimension for a few days to conduct business. When she’d approached him tonight, he’d looked her up and down before dismissing her with a bored, “Sorry, darling, but I’m here on business, not pleasure. Now be a good girl and fuck off.”
    Not even the copious amounts of allure she’d emitted were enough to sway him, though his three personal bodyguards had eyed her with interest. One of them had even cornered her by the bar before she’d squirmed out of his grasp and managed to escape.
    “I...he wouldn’t cooperate. Didn’t seem interested. I couldn’t get him to go with me.”
    Asmodeus’s eyes narrowed and he stalked toward her. She barely had time to blink before he curled his hand into a fist and struck her, hard, on the left side of her face.
    Amara flew several feet before hitting the floor with enough force to disorient her. The rough wool of the Persian carpet scratched the bare skin of her back. Familiar.
    She’d been here many times before.
    When her stomach rolled, she turned to her side and fought the desire to vomit. Asmodeus would be twice as pissed if she puked on his priceless carpet. The urge passed, and she swallowed back the bitter tang of blood in her mouth before trying to stand. Her body wouldn’t cooperate.
    Asmodeus’s bare feet stopped right in front of her. Shit.
    Casually, he bent down, closing his hand around her throat and forcing her into a seated position. He squeezed hard, cutting off her air supply.
    “How difficult can it be, Amara? You fuck him and take his life essence. Even a brain-dead succubus could manage to pull that off.”
    She tried to pry his hand away from