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That wasn’t living.
Besides, it was harder and harder to find Mage Bloom?
I needed a better solution.
Then it hit me that it was almost midnight. Should I call the witch at this time? Would it be rude? Did I care about being rude? Usually, I didn’t, but what if I upset her and she delayed my order?
Defeated, I started walking back to the parking garage beside the club. A narrow driveway divided the club building and the garage, and as I walked across the driveway, a light shone over me.
Panic took over and I put my hands up, ready for a fight.
It was the angels. They had found me.
But nothing happened.
When I lowered my hands and my eyesight adjusted, I saw it was the headlights of a black car a few feet into the driveway.
And a figure leaned on the car’s closed door.
Leviathan.
I stood there, perplexed.
“Sweetheart, I might consider this stalking,” he said, his voice as deep as I remembered.
I pointed to the three-story garage. “I was walking to my car.”
“Aren’t you the one who bumped into me outside Sylvie’s house?”
I hesitated. “Yes.”
“Didn’t you sit down beside my VIP booth and make small talk with a human?”
Damn it. “Yes.”
“And when you saw I was gone, you followed me.” He pushed away from the car, reaching his full height. “Confess it, sweetheart, you’re after me.” He took two steps toward me. “Why?”
I walked to the side, closer to him, mostly to get out of the range of the headlights, and halted only four feet from him.
Despite myself, I took him in. It was impossible not to.
Hell, the demon was more than handsome.
His face alone was one of a god, not a demon. He had black hair, longer in the front, almost to his eyes, shorter in the back, and it framed a sharp face with five o’clock shadow over his chiseled jaw and chin. His nose was straight, his eyebrows thick, and his full lips a pale pink.
Tonight, he wore an indigo suit with a silver shirt, three buttons open, revealing a little of the strong curve of his chest muscles. Though I had no idea what he looked like under those clothes, I would bet he was ripped. His suit, definitely designer, fit well around his wide shoulders and thick biceps.
But what attracted me the most were his eyes. A bright, baby blue so pure and luminous, it was hard not to stare.
What the hell was I thinking?
I shook my head, trying to get rid of such ridiculous thoughts. Who cared what the demon looked like? He could be as ugly and nasty as Mr. Green for all I cared, as long as I got what I wanted out of him.
“I heard you grant wishes,” I said.
“That’s not exactly what I do, sweetheart, but sure, it’s something like that.”
“I want you to grant me a wish. What’s your price?”
