The Succubus That Fell InLove: Love was Never In The Contract

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hythm that felt entirely too human. She stood up abrup

for one night," she said, her

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l standing t

the cool stone of the building, watching her wit

ort of a second sentence," Seraphyne repl

nd

y is sti

ement and into the soles of her boots. "Then let's move. Standing

mind th

ng toward a small, dimly lit café tucked i

amic was skewed. She was the hunter. She was the one who dictated the pace. Yet, as she fell i

ns and old paper. He led her to a booth

liding into the velvet seat. "Most peopl

, I'm not m

l she shook her head at the waiter befo

rd, resting his chin on

I'm a stranger. Th

don't know. A mystery is someone

hair falling over her shoulder. "And what

given it to her yet. He only smiled. "For starters, why you're looki

ind your face..

liar," he

felt a flare of heat in her chest. "You're very bold f

I know when I'

and steel. "Hunted? You thin

ouch her, but to trace a pattern on the wood between them. "You have this energy, Seren.

ou ter

g. "I've spent my life waiting for the sto

d to, the dominance games she played better than anyone in the pits of Hell-but h

pered, the words slipping ou

erent

the others. Your soul.

their movement on the table. "And

g the slip with a sharp grin. "I

lias said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate regist

cidentally brushing her

rvest; it was a warm, suffocating heat that made her vision blur for

g it again,"

ng w

ou're trying to figu

hythm that felt entirely too human. She stood up abrup

for one night," she said, her

h that same, unnerving calm. "Running so soo

owhere n

s-invisible to the mortal eye-tugging at her sh

hing in the damp night air. Her skin was buzzing. Her hunger was t

tled. They were the ones

, seeing the silhouette of Elias Crowe as he sat

ng," she whispere