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have been tapped by the other side.”
    “Other side?” She hurriedly pulled on her panties and threaded her arms into her pant legs to right the material so she could dress.
    “It makes perfect sense. I carry the blood of a high-level demon, and you carry the blood of one of the highest order of angels. For whatever reason, they need us to join.”
    “Angels.” She shook her head. “No. That’s not right. I’m hardly an angel. Trust me on this. In fact, I can’t believe that we just did what we did. That alone should clip any wings I might have.”
    “And I’m hardly a demon. Trust me on this.” His eyes had faded somewhat, back to their natural brown. He shot her a playful smile. “Despite what you might believe after that performance.”
    “I have a feeling I’m going to wake up tomorrow and this strange dream will be over. I can’t rationalize how I go from unpacking to you appearing out of nowhere, to meeting a demon to…” She gestured toward the window. A handprint smudged the glass where he’d pressed his hand against it.
    “To fucking?” His eyes began to fill with color. They narrowed in intent.
    “I’m going to bed,” she said to stop his advances before they started again. There was no way she could resist him if he tried kissing her.
    “I’ll come with you.”
    She shook her head in denial. “You’re welcome to crash on the couch.”
    “Won’t you be frightened all alone tonight? As you said, you saw demons. What better protection than to have someone with demon blood stay with you?” The red hue spread over his skin.
    “Oddly, no. I don’t feel scared at all.” It was a partial lie. She was used to being alone in the house, but knowing he would be downstairs was a comfort. If she invited him up, she knew what would happen—and it wouldn’t include thinking or sleeping, both of which she needed to do.
    The tiny sparks of his magic reached for her, drawing her in, demanding that she let him have his way.
    She backed out the door to make sure he didn’t try to follow. “Goodnight, Troy.”
    “Goodnight, beautiful.”
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    T roy watched Valerie leave and resisted the urge to go after her. There was nowhere in this house she could hide, but as much as he wanted to give chase, he found himself holding back. Yes, his body was eager to sample her again, but his logical mind told him to behave. He needed time to reason this development.
    Things were starting to make more sense. She might not know it, or want to believe it, but she had angel blood in her. It explained the calming effect she had on him and the way her magic balanced his rougher passions. Carrying demonic energy was not easy. Girlfriends were inclined to dislike his alpha tendencies. For the most part, he could act the gentleman. Even so, introduce any passionate emotion into the mix—anger, lust, fear, obsession—and baser instincts took over.
    Going to the couch, he lay down and pulled a throw pillow under his head. Valerie tempered back his hot-bloodedness. She provided a balance. For the first time since learning about his fate, he thought that maybe—setting aside the horrific sacrifices they had already been forced to make and could do nothing about—this part of the prophecy wasn’t so bad after all.

5
    A s Valerie moved away from Troy, she noticed a shift in her emotions. Her heart beat sped up and worry invaded her thoughts. Whatever calmness his presence had provided now left her. She turned, searching the dark foyer for signs of supernatural creatures. The shadows did not move.
    “This can’t be real,” she tried to tell herself. The reality of her situation was right there in the other room—a man with demon blood. A man with demon blood that she’d had sex with.
    Not liking the dark, she hurried toward the stairs and turned on the light. She took the steps two at a time and left the light on when she reached the top. The master suite where she’d begun to unpack had come with a king-sized bed