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with the nearlys and the almosts. Besides, I sold it. I didn’t activate it. Are you really going to hold me responsible for every little bauble I’ve ever touched that was eventually used for less than wholesome purposes?”
    “ Yes. You enchant charms then sell them to whoever wanders through your door. They’re unregistered weapons in the wrong hands, and you just scatter them wherever the hell you please.”
    “I’m a businessman, not a cop.”
    “Magic should be used for good. It needs to be monitored. Controlled.”
    “On that we’ll have to disagree. Magic is a force, a freedom. It’s meant for the masses.”
    “Is that why you stole a valuable heirloom from one of my clients? You steal magic from its rightful owners because you want the masses to have it?”
    “Borrowed. And she hired one of your little pets to get it back, so are you really going to complain about profiting from my temporary possession?”
    “You’re a thief, a liar, a demon-summoner and an unscrupulous bastard who sold a piece of himself to a devil. I could never trust you.”
    “I’m not asking for trust. I’m asking for help.”
    “You aren’t my problem. And I think the best way to protect my people is keep it that way.”
    Was she actually going to say no? Prometheus cursed internally. This wasn’t going as planned.
    Time to activate the home-field advantage.
    “Say you’ll help me, Karma,” he urged, making his voice thick with power and a pulse of heat, leaning in to remind her of their physical proximity, pull her out of her mind and put her into her body. He could control her body. Her mind was another story. “Say you’ll do it.”
    He put his palm flat on the frosted glass behind her, sending a low pulse of energy through it to activate his little insurance policy. Over the years, he’d woven a binding spell into the walls themselves. With a thought, the spell woke and any words spoken within these four walls took on the weight of an unbreakable vow. She wouldn’t be able to back out later. She’d be forced to follow through, provided he could get her to say the words that would seal the deal.
    He stared into her eyes, tracing a phantom path behind her ear, still holding that first touch in reserve. “What will it take to get you to say yes?”
    “I would have to believe you were reformed. That you would use your powers for good. I don’t see that happening, Prometheus.”
    “How about a show of good faith?”
    “Do you even know what good is?”
    “I know freedom without the moralistic constraints of good and bad is a lot more fun.”
    She was so restrained. So contained. Not a hair out of place. Not a smudge in her lipstick or a wrinkle in her dress. He wanted to muss her. Rake his fingers through her hair, smear her lipstick with his mouth, bunch her dress in rough, urgent hands. The urge to unleash the chaos she’d buried deep was a living thing inside him. Her power calling to his, a siren song of perfect destruction.
    “Let me show you, Karma. Live a little.” He rested a finger against the nape of her neck, half-expecting her to sear his skin with the heat of that first touch. She was smooth, soft ivory, cool marble and hard diamond—all that promising heat buried beneath layers of icy reserve, but he could feel it. An echo, a tremor, a promise of wildness to come. He stroked his finger slowly up the arch of her neck. “Say yes…”

Chapter Four
    The Great Escape
    Karma’s entire existence revolved around a single, long finger slowly stroking her neck. Was Prometheus going to kiss her? Was this how he hoped to gain her cooperation? By seduction? Did he really think she was susceptible to that?
    Maybe he’s right…
    “Let me go.” The demand lacked the heat she’d wanted behind it. He wasn’t holding her really, the door at her back was doing that for him. “I listened to what you had to say. I heard you out. Now let me leave.”
    “Why won’t you say you’ll help me, Karma?” he
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