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inkling you were trying to look up my skirt or something, and it was a little icky so I thought I would see to it you got your dick on straight and remembered your position… the one that is not under me.” She folded her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to squeeze together in her short black leather corset, and cocked her right hip. Crimson tipped black swirls snaked over that hip, emerging from beneath her pleated skirt to dance across her toned stomach, and his eyes caught on them, followed them down. They covered her entire right leg, visible beneath her sheer black stockings. She huffed and threw her hands up in the air. “And he’s staring again. Like what you see? Want a picture for your spank bank?”
    Dear lord, what was wrong with him?
    He took another step back, fixed his eyes firmly on her face and shoved any curiosity about her tattoo away. His right hand twitched again. She noticed it.
    “You want to go at it? You’re gonna have to pick what it’s going to be though… fighting or fucking?”
    “Neither,” he bit out and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets to stop him from calling his blade. “Leave my sight, Demon.”
    “I was here first. You leave mine.” She turned and waved a hand across the air. “This whole town is mine… so get out. Shoo.”
    She turned back towards him, an expectant look on her face.
    “I said shoo.”
    He shook his head. “I said no.”
    She canted her head again, and when she spoke, the venom and other disturbing thing that had been in her voice was gone, leaving it sober, and laced with curiosity. “Why are you here?”
    “It is none of your business.” He went to turn away from her. She reached for him and he whirled on her, his right hand rising to slap her one away, and she staggered back, blinking hard. It seemed the powerful little demoness wasn’t as fearless as she pretended to be. He narrowed his eyes on her. “Why are
you
here?”
    She backed off a step and scowled at him. “I’ve had enough of angels looking at me like that over the past two days… as if they want to nail my entrails on their wall like art… one far stronger than you… so do not think for a second that you can intimidate me.”
    But he had.
    He did.
    He intimidated her and she had done a good job of concealing it, but then her mask had slipped and she had revealed her fear to him.
    He frowned at what she had said.
    An angel far stronger than him.
    The Devil?
    She preened her small black horns with trembling fingers, stroking them from the root behind the pointed tips of her ears to the sharp ends near her lobes, and her obvious attempt to calm herself failed. Her face blackened.
    She swept her right hand through the air between them and glared at him, her eyes growing black and pupils becoming elliptical and beginning to burn gold.
    “I don’t give a flying fuck what business you have here but you better stay out of my way.” She flashed vicious fangs at him, turned on her heel and stormed away.
    He watched her go, cocked his head to his right as he tried to make sense of her. He had felt her darkness, she oozed it the same way as he apparently oozed goodness, and yes, it made him want to vomit too, but there was something different about her.
    Something off.
    She sauntered through the crowd, ridiculously tiny pleated black skirt threatening to flash her underwear as it swayed side to side and her long fall of black hair brushing across her lower back and shoulders.
    He thought about turning away and searching for his target elsewhere, but ended up skirting the packed square, slowly moving towards the side of it where the demoness had hopped back up onto the wall and was talking with her group of slavering males again.
    He pushed her out of his mind, but for some damn reason, his gaze kept drifting back to her and his mind would follow it, replaying their conversation. She had been flirting with him. As much as that disturbed him, it confused him too. He idly rubbed