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would have the strength to send him to Hell. Even if he was a demon, he probably had friends, maybe little baby demons waiting for his return from a day at the office. Or did demons have babies? Or wives? The idea of a girl-demon waiting for Jack to come home made her distinctly uncomfortable.
    "Don't waste your pity on me,” Jack told her. He made a small gesture with one hand. “Try it now."
    She took another sip from her glass. The flavor had completely changed. Her heart sank like the Titanic. Until now, some part of her had still wanted to believe Jack wasn't what he appeared to be. Turning her kitchen wine into a taste sensation convinced her in a way nothing flashy would have. He was the genuine article.
    "That wasn't a wish,” she protested.
    "Merely a repayment of hospitality.” He raised an eyebrow. “I didn't want you to sicken before you free me."
    "I liked you better before you got nice.” What was she doing? She couldn't be flirting with a demon she had caged up in her living room.
    "Don't count on it."
    Well, that squelched that. She plopped down on her couch and stared at the demon. He had to be getting uncomfortable. She and Katra hadn't been thinking of anything so large when they'd drawn the wards.
    "I don't know what to do with you,” she admitted.
    "Make your wishes and I'm gone. It's easy."
    "Why am I suspicious that Katra's wishes won't turn out the way she thinks?” Sara had read this plot before. Wishes always came with strings. Until she knew which of them was the puppet and which the master, she wasn't going to touch the bait.
    The supposed demon stared at her. His eyes glittered like the darkest, bluest sapphires—in fact, she could actually see the star in them. His body almost trembled with anticipation. He ran a tongue over his lips—a tongue without a fork, Sara was glad to see. She didn't know what she would have done if he had a snake tongue to match his bat wings.
    The sensuous quiver that passed through her body could have been fear, or it could have been a purely sexual response to the intense maleness he exuded. Probably a little of both, Sara admitted to herself.
    "I can't be responsible for your suspicions.” He paused for a moment, staring at her. “Sara. It's your turn. Three wishes. Then set me free."
    She decided to ask her question again. “Will Katra be happy with her wishes?"
    Jack looked sad. “Demons cannot create happiness. That comes from within and, uh,” he glared at the ceiling, “elsewhere."
    She'd already noticed he had a way of avoiding questions he didn't want to answer. “All right, did she wish wisely?"
    "She wished for what anyone would want. Enough wealth for comfort, love and family, and freedom."
    The more he evaded her questions, the more he convinced Sara he was hiding something—something important. “And will she get those?"
    "Does anyone—"
    "Answer me yes or no."
    He considered her for a moment before answering. “No."
    Sara collapsed to the floor. “I was afraid of that."
    "Could you release my bonds? It would be more comfortable to discuss your wishes if I was freed from this cage."
    Each time Jack moved, he brushed against the blue lines that contained him. Each time, his body convulsed in pain.
    She'd never been able to stand seeing a bug in pain, let alone a handsome male. Still, her brain warred against her heart. She'd read enough of her mother's book to know that setting loose a demon in the middle of Dallas would be like launching a nuclear strike.
    "I'm very sorry,” she told him. “I'm afraid to let you go."
    He stared at her, letting his sapphire-blue eyes explore her form until they seemed to peer deep beneath her surface. “You have claustrophobia, don't you?"
    He really could see within her. She'd never admitted her weakness to anyone, but that was part of the reason she'd chosen to become a petroleum geologist—so she could spend her life outside. Of course her promise to her parents had also played a major role. Had