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her beautiful eyes. “What’s the matter?” she asked with a pout. “Didn’t you enjoy your orgasms?”
    “Yes,” I answered too eagerly, before I slapped a hand over my mouth. “N-no!” I spluttered. “I’m engaged.”
    “Oh, my dear Ashley,” she said with a smile in her voice. “You’ve forgotten rule number one. No sin is off limits here.” She grabbed a strand of my hair, twirling it between her fingers.
    I jerked away and stepped back, straightening my shoulders. “Please don’t touch me again.” My voice quavered, and it took all my willpower not to break down and cry. How had I let this happen?
    “As you wish.” She sighed and frowned at my hair.
    She strode over to a Grecian-style vanity with a tall oval mirror and a marble top. I couldn’t help but be in awe of her glistening nude backside. I hadn’t noticed before, but her wet skin from the waist down looked iridescent, almost as if her bottom half was covered in shiny scales, reminding me that she was indeed a siren and part mermaid if mythology was to be believed.
    She picked up a brush from the table and crooked a finger. “Come. I must fix your hair for the party.”
    “I don’t want to go to the party.” I pouted before averting my gaze. Her lithe body was too pretty, and I didn’t want to get caught staring at her perky tits.
    Her eyes widened. “Oh, but you must. My master will be displeased if you don’t.”
    I sank onto a long bench, burying my face in my hands. “I-I can’t face Aedan.”
    “Of course you can,” she said, kneeling beside me and placing a hand on my knee. “Why, I bet he’s spilling his seed into his siren’s mouth as we speak.”
    I sprang up and balled my fists. “What? He has a siren, too?” What the hell!
    The thought of Aedan’s dick in some other woman’s mouth filled my skull with white-hot rage. How dare he cheat on me, especially on our wedding day!
    She flashed a sideways smile. “Don’t be jealous, darling. It is only pleasure.”
    I numbly followed as she tugged my hand, leading me to the vanity. Why did I so blindly obey this woman, following her every command like a lemming? And what did she mean about it only being pleasure? Sure sex was pleasurable, but with Aedan, it was also about loving the man I’d chosen for all eternity. And I’d just carelessly thrown away that love for a few seconds in a hot tub with a demon. To be fair, she wasn’t an ordinary demon. She was a siren, and even though my sucky grade in ancient mythology had brought my GPA down by a whole percentage point, I vaguely remembered learning that sirens were known for their ability to tempt mortals. Well, she’d tempted me all right, but I resolved then and there, that would be the first and last time I ever strayed from Aedan, no matter how much her perky boobs made my mouth water.
    She sat me at a marble bench, one bare breast coming dangerously close to my lips as she grabbed a spray bottle off the vanity.
    “Hopefully, this will tame your hair,” she said.
    My gaze snapped to my reflection in the mirror, and I screamed. My hair! I looked like a dandelion on steroids, just like the day I’d accidentally electrocuted myself via blow dryer. I spun around, eyeing her accusingly. “What happened to my hair?”
    She ran her fingers through my frizzy curls. “I’m not sure. Was it like this when you died?”
    I tried not to get distracted by the way her caress made my scalp tingle. “Um, yeah, but I fixed it with Nephilim healing water.” Deep conditioning treatment hadn’t done the trick. Amazing what death by electrocution could do to one’s follicles. I ran a hand over the angry red welt on my chest where the bolt had zapped my heart and stared down at my thighs, which did seem to be a bit flabbier. Well, damn. I looked exactly like the day I’d died.
    “Unfortunately,” she said. “When mortals are sent to level thirteen, they do not shed their disfigurements. Just be thankful my master hasn’t