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for your friend until I guaranteed you she was safe. You trusted me enough that you left Sybil out there. And you didn’t hesitate to come back here with me, where you had to know we’d be alone.”
    He perched himself on the arm of a nearby chair, watching her movements with the intensity of a cat stalking its prey. He lifted the glass to his lips and sipped the sparkling liquid.
    Except it had been a long time since Maggie had allowed herself to be intimidated.
    “So, why are you here? You didn’t come here to dance, and for obvious reasons, Bloaters are no longer allowed in here,” he said.
    She nodded. “Good idea, since I’m sure the speed-of-light cleaning service was pretty pricey. Although, with what I saw bellying up to the bar, I’d say you can afford it. Especially since you’re wearing the monochrome wardrobe. What do you do when you get up and get dressed? Just open the closet and say, ‘Oh, I guess I’ll wear… black,’ right?”
    His lips curved in a smile. “Would you like to see my closet, Maggie? You might be amazed by what you find.”
    She shrugged. “You’ve seen one… you’ve seen them all.” She savored the champagne as she studied the man across the room.
    Declan didn’t need to be a half-demon to be sexy. She knew he had what it took no matter what, and it wasn’t just that spicy scent from his skin that she detected.
    While his silk button-down shirt was the usual black, she saw a hint of silver gray in the shadow stripes, and the black slacks fit his lower half to the extreme. The two open shirt buttons allowed a hint of golden tanned chest, and she noticed a black fire-opal set in gold on his ring finger.
    Hmm, left hand. Does that mean he’s taken? And if he is, why did he march me up that volcano? Plus, is he the type to show he’s committed to one woman?
    “Are we through with the small talk?” Declan asked, getting up to refill his glass and then hers. Maggie tried hard to keep her eyes away from his seriously nice ass and the fluid way he moved around the room.
    “I guess so. I never was good with small talk. I just like getting down and dirty.” To her horror, she felt a blush creeping up her bare neck as she felt Elle’s tiny chuckle skittering over her skin. Terrific, Maggie, just shove your stiletto right smack into your mouth!
    Only the tiniest hint of a smile indicated he was tempted to follow up on her faux pas.
    “We need to speak to Anna,” she said in her most businesslike manner, deciding it was time to get to matters at hand.
    “Not possible.”
    Maggie nodded, expecting Declan’s refusal. Not that she’d accept it. Just that she knew he wouldn’t give in too easily.
    “It’s obvious she knows about something that could threaten us all.”
    “What makes you think that?” This time he moved over to the black leather couch and sat down, leaning back.
    Maggie likewise moved to sit in the nearby chair. “This is really comfy.” She shifted her ass into the glove-soft leather. “Although, would it really have hurt you to buy this in, say, white? Or even navy, if you want to stay with the neutrals.”
    “Don’t you ever say what’s expected? What kind of witch are you, Maggie O’Malley?”
    “I haven’t carried a wand in centuries and never wore a pointy hat. Although my cauldron still gets used on occasion. There are some traditions you can’t give up.”
    “But you work as a Hellion Guard, and as you say, you’re never unarmed. I’m sure that puts many males off.” He seemed to keep a wary eye on the glittering spider that now perched on her shoulder and watched him intently.
    “They’re not worth my time if they can’t handle it.” She set her glass on the nearby table. “I’m serious about Anna, Declan. The things she said to Sybil when she was first brought in mean something’s going down.”
    “Who’s to say it’s not demon-related?” he asked her. “What is that phrase again? Oh yes, ‘Everything isn’t all about