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all your slaves?”
    The woman smiled and her eyes sparkled, as if she knew a secret. In fact, Jordan thought, she always seemed to look as though she knew something he didn’t.
    “They are all around me,” she said, waving her hand in the air, although the one-room house was apparently empty. “ Any one can be my slave if I so desire.”
    Jordan took a step backward toward the door. “I said I am not one.”
    She laughed. “And I said I don’t need one. Not right now. And not you.”
    “Then what do you want with me?” If she wanted a night together, paid or not, he knew he’d succumb. There was something about her that made him ache with desire.
    “It’s not what I want with you . It’s what you want from me. What you need from me.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “I need nothing. However … ” He took a step toward her and pulled the strap from his hair, letting it fall loose against his shoulders. “ … I do want—”
    She laughed, cutting him off. “Oh, I know what you want . It’s quite tempting. But not now, Jordan.”
    His eyes narrowed. “How do you know my name?”
    “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been sent for you. I have the answers you seek.”
    He didn’t say anything, only stood in the middle of her pillow-laden, fire-lit room, and stared at her with bewilderment. She pointed to a plush pillow.
    “Sit and I will explain.”
    He hesitated. “Are you a demon?”
    “No. I am Eris.”
    “What is an Eris?”
    She rolled her eyes. “That is my name. Sit, Jordan. Be comfortable. Here, have some wine.”
    Eris held out a cup that appeared from nowhere. He took it and sniffed its aroma, then lifted it to his lips for a small taste. The woman was too mysterious to trust. He decided the wine was safe, however, and took a deeper draw, then sat on the pillow she indicated.
    “Do you know those men?” he asked. “How do you know me? And what do you mean that you were sent for me?”
    “Those were not men . Those were vampyres. They are not like you at all. You are still alive. They are not. Not quite.”
    Jordan peered suspiciously at the wine, wondering if she had indeed poisoned him.
    “Explain or I leave.”
    “You came looking for demons. I will take you to the true demons. The Ancients. They sent me for you, knowing you would come looking. Those vampyres are their pets. You want nothing to do with them. Trust me.”
    “Why should I?”
    She gave him that coy smile again. “Because you want to. Because you have to. If you want the answers you seek.”
    “But you are not a demon? Are you a vampyre?”
    An angry hiss escaped her lips. “Certainly not! They survive off blood . Created by the Ancients for the sole purpose of preying on humans. They pretend as though they are civilized but they are more beastly than any natural animal on this Earth.”
    “Who are the Ancients?”
    “The Ancients are of the original demons. The fallen angels you seek.” She lifted an eyebrow, questioning if he understood. He nodded. “They are the origins of the Daemoni, demons who Satan ordered to create an army on Earth. They have created many kinds of creatures and beasts, including their beloved vampyres.”
    “And if you are not a vampyre … ?”
    She smiled coyly again. “My father was a sorcerer—a demon who possessed a human, allowing him to roam the Earth while keeping his magick. My mother was human. Her blood diluted his powers, but I still have the magick of our strongest warlocks. However, warlocks prefer the physical fight and I prefer to fight with my mind.” She waved her hand over her enticing body. “Why would I risk harming this?”
    “Why indeed?” Jordan asked, momentarily distracted. He took another swallow of wine, trying to focus on her meaning. “You have powerful magick? Did you start that fire under my feet today?”
    She leaned forward on her forearms, her golden breasts pushing out over the top of her peplos. Her voice came out even lower than usual. “I am not a