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let’s stick to business. You need to catch those souls or you’re going to be a very unhappy witch, which in turns means I’ll have to listen to you bitching and moaning because you’ll still be working for me. If I can’t get rid of you, it will cut into my golf game. With Mother Earth visiting her tree groves for her spring inspection, I only have a limited amount of time to practice before she gets back and insists we work on our relationship. Blech.” He made a face.
    “This is impossible, you know,” she said. “I don’t know how you expect me to find that many souls by myself. Are you sure the burning thing will be that bad?” Actually, even the mention of it brought a shudder. And it was supposed to get worse? She needed to find those souls pronto.
    “I’d love to help you, but I’m understaffed.” His big, white toothed grin screamed, ‘I’m lying.’
    “I’ve got a video of you doing the Macarena.”
    He scowled. “I hate you. You’re just like another pesky daughter to me. Fine. Twist my arm. I’ll give you a tracker to use. But it will cost you.”
    She arched a brow.
    “Or not. Now get out.”
    “In a second. Hold on to your storm trooper boots. This burning thing – how long will it last each day?”
    “At precisely eight forty-seven p.m. each day, you will catch on fire.”
    “In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s two forty seven p.m. or was when I walked in.”
    “We’re on Eastern Standard time here. Not Central European. Now, as I was saying, each day, at the time of your death, you will catch fire, reliving the moment. The burning will last one minute the first day, then increase each day by another minute. Anything you wear will burn to a crisp. The good news, though, is that your hair and body will remain untouched, you’ll just feel it. And once the flames extinguish, it might take a few minutes for the pain to fade.”
    “That sounds lovely,” she replied, her face twisting in a grimace. “Anything else I should know?”
    “Well, it goes without saying that if during your quest to find the escapees you end up on the mortal plane, stay out of sight. Human authorities might get a little weirded out if you catch fire and walk away.”
    “I guess I’m shopping for practical clothes,” she muttered with a moue of distaste. She rose from the chair. “Send your tracker to my place in about six hours. I want to get started on this right away.”
    “Good luck,” the devil said quietly, and if she didn’t know better, she’d have said he sounded sincere.
    Nah. Probably more like morose that they might get stuck with each other past the expiry date on her contract.
    Not if she could help it.
    But first she needed to go shopping for flame retardant clothes that would go well with soul hunting. Lucky for her, she’d swiped her boss’s credit card, so the sky was the limit. And she had a whole spare bedroom that could handle the extra garments.
     

Chapter Two
    Whistling, Remy strolled to Lucifer’s office. Getting called to see his boss could mean only one of two things. Either he was in trouble – which considering he’d not slept with any of his Lord’s daughters seemed unlikely – or he was getting a special assignment. The latter would totally work right now given he’d just ended a few relationships, mostly because they found out about each other.
    Females – they could act so irrational when it came to sharing him. Didn’t they know he had enough stamina to please them all? Yeah, that was one line he’d have to strike from his repartee list. Not one of them liked it, no matter how engaging his smile as he said it. As his one lady friend – a hot blonde demon who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose – dumped his clothing out of the window onto a pile of refuse, he came to the realization that perhaps the time had come for him to concentrate on one lady at a time. The thrill of a variety of pussy, once all he could think about, had worn off.