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because he was controlling himself well. “It’s just something I’ve been playing with,” he said, answering my question about the contents of the syringe.
    He obviously wasn’t going to share the recipe for his creation with me. Either that or he figured I was too dumb to understand the chemistry. He might have been right, but even I knew lysergic acid diethylamide was LSD. Ah shit! Was that what he was doing? Making me OD on an acid trip? Fuck! I hoped to God he was giving me the good stuff.
    But you can’t die . . . can you?
    Oh shit! Yeah, that’s right . . . well, I don’t think so.
    Being told you have an extended life span is one thing, but knowing you have an extended life span is something else. Because how could you really be sure, unless it was put to the ultimate test?
    I had made a bargain with a demon, a master of deceit, trickery, and lies. I had no way to know if he would honor the terms of our agreement, but I had no reason to think he wouldn’t either. If he could be convinced the love Gabriel and I shared was true, then my vampire lover would be released from the rule of the Dark Realm, and I would keep my soul. So I had bargained, and my life span had been extended as part of the deal, or so I’d been told. What I hadn’t anticipated was my demonic pact being sealed with a kiss. A kiss that allowed a piece of my soul to be stolen.
    You didn’t ask?
    Sorry, I was kind of distracted at the time.
    Yeah, I guess having a demon’s tongue halfway down your throat could be considered a distraction.
    You really need to go there?
    My demon had told me that my life would be extended to match Gabriel’s, and he’d also said I would not fall prey to disease or infirmity or perish at another’s hand. I wasn’t completely sure whether the definitions of disease and infirmity were the same in the Dark Realm as in my world, but I was pretty confident that perish at another’s hand was self-explanatory. If that was true, then whatever was in Petrov’s syringe couldn’t kill me.
    Yeah, but we’re talking about a demon . . .
    A trickster, a deceiver, a liar.
    Believing the potion might not kill me didn’t mean it couldn’t fuck me up so badly I might wish I was dead. What if it totally screwed with my brain and I didn’t even know I was still alive? The devil, as they say, is in the details.
    Or maybe the demon is in the lack of them?
    Just couldn’t resist that one, could you?
    How are you feeling?
    Are you kidding me?
    No, I’m being serious. You’ve already been given something, right? So . . . how do you feel?
    Pretty damn good actually, apart from still wanting to drain Lake Michigan. I still ached and was sore in places, but that was more from the physical toll of the car crash. My head wasn’t anywhere near as messed up as I might have expected, especially after being injected with an unknown substance.
    Think you can get him to tell you what it was you were given?
    Maybe . . . “Is this more of the same shit Dickless Wonder gave me earlier?”
    Petrov shook his head. “No, I already told you that was different and completely ineffectual.”
    â€œHow do you know?” I challenged. “How do you know it’s not working on me right now?”
    He snickered as he considered my question. “The formula was designed to interact and react with a certain type of blood chemistry. Chemistry you don’t have,” he added smugly.
    â€œHow do you know that? Did you do a test while I was unconscious?” The idea that he might have was more than a little scary.
    Petrov shook his head. “No testing needed. I just know .”
    Oh, but you don’t, you asshole!
    He’d just confirmed he didn’t know I was a Promise, and I was glad I hadn’t told him. “Well, why don’t you tell me what it was supposed to do,” I said. “I mean what can it hurt if