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males stepped aside and she stalked towards him, the crowd parting for her and revealing her to him. She didn’t take her eyes off him, not even to acknowledge the males who wolf-whistled or called out lewd things to her.
    Those males’ eyes followed her as she sashayed, swinging her curvy hips.
    Temptress.
    Her ways wouldn’t work on him though.
    He stood his ground as she approached and resisted the urge to call his blade. Covert. Causing a scene in the fae town might cause his target to bolt if she was near or heard about the fight. As much as he wanted to cut the demoness down, he had to remain calm and in control.
    She stopped right in front of him, tipped her head up and flashed him a smile that made her ethereally blue eyes shine brightly amidst the sea of black she had daubed around them.
    “What’s an angel doing here?” she said in English and looked him up and down.
    Her smile grew a little wider when his right hand twitched at his side, eager to call his blade, a reaction he hadn’t been able to hide.
    She could see through him.
    He had never met a demon who could tell he was an angel before. His wings were hidden, his clothing of mortal fashion, but she knew what he was.
    He had a flash of her looking right at him the moment he had entered the square.
    Entered the vicinity of her senses.
    She had felt him.
    “What I am doing here is none of your business.” He schooled his features, hiding his curiosity from her and the slow trickle of other emotions. Not fear. He did not fear her. “I should ask you the same thing, Demon.”
    “Ah, but I asked first.” She twirled the gold-to-crimson streak down the right side of her hair around her slender fingers and shrugged her bare shoulders. He refused to look at them. He would not be tempted. Her smile widened. “So… what are you doing here?”
    Irritating and persistent, two things guaranteed to make him strongly consider ending her. He never had liked being questioned.
    She stepped a little closer, tilted her chin up to keep her blue eyes locked on his, and he barely resisted the urge to shove her away. Her tongue poked out and she caressed the tip across her red lips as she assessed him again, slower this time, those dazzling eyes lingering on places they shouldn’t. His right hand twitched again. Her smile returned.
    “Not the talking type?” she murmured and sidled closer, until her darkness wrapped around him, making his skin crawl, and he was on the verge of snapping. She canted her head, twisted that coloured length of silken hair around her index finger again, and dared to run another appraising glance over him. “You are a little tempting… and I would probably bang you… but you’re just oozing goodness and I might vomit.”
    He backed away a step and scowled at her. Infuriating demoness.
    “I would never touch you,” he bit out and her smile only widened, as if he had flirted right back at her rather than turned her down.
    She sighed dramatically. Twirled that infernal stripe in her hair again, drawing his eyes to her hands and her black claws. They jumped from there to her horns.
    “Like what you see?” she whispered huskily. “They would feel fucking amazing rubbed against that.”
    She ghosted a finger up and down in front of him, gesturing to his body.
    “Although, I bet that would also feel fucking amazing under my hands.” She wriggled her fingers and edged them towards him.
    He flashed his teeth at her and backed off another step. “Dare… demoness… and I will cleave your head from your body before your hands could even reach me.”
    She shrugged again. “Your loss. I’m amazing in the sack.”
    What was with this female? Was she trying to rile him?
    He realised that she was doing a damn fine job of it. He was playing right into her hands. He set his jaw and glared down at her, and her smile went a little wider.
    “That’s more like it. Give me the evil eye. For a moment back there, when I was with my guys, I had an