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England. And we came here to help win the good fight. Does that about cover it?”
    He narrowed his eyes. “I’m glad you are able to recite the plan. And yet when it comes to acting it out, why does it become so goddamn difficult?”
    I didn’t answer. His angry gaze scorched my own and I lowered my chin to my ample cleavage, gritting my teeth. “Easy for you to say. It’s not your legs that are spread each night for Hell’s sake,” I spat back.
    Lucien’s eyes closed and his face slackened. “This again?”
    â€œAgain? Just because I stopped complaining for several years doesn’t mean it’s become any easier for me.”
    He reached out a hand to my back, strong and reassuring. “You hate this life so much?”
    I wrenched away from his touch. “As if you didn’t relish in every grimace. Every tear of mine. You’re a demon—you must love watching the angel be defaced.”
    With that, his mouth hardened, pursing at the corners. “You ungrateful little sniff. Did your angel mentor coddle you so? That vampire should have done us all a favor and just done nothing,” he added, and turned to stalk away.
    At that, I lunged for his back, pelting my fists into his arm. “How dare you! I want away from you! Send me anywhere . . . anyone else would be better!” Tears choked in my throat, and a jagged breath escaped in tremors.
    Lucien clamped down on each of my wrists, and I continued struggling against his hold. “Monica! Stop, calm down—bloody hell. I apologize, very well? Stop! I said, I apologize!”
    â€œOne bloody powerful sorcerer and a damn vampire—both of whom tricked me! I hate them both and I hate you!”
    â€œEnough!” His voice was deep and boomed through our little brothel. For once, I actually listened to him and stilled beneath his grasp. It was useless, anyway. Lucien had some sort of power over me—he wanted to keep me for whatever reason, and Saetan allowed me to be his and solely his. I was property. Less than a person—again. Another sob rose to the back of my throat, and I swallowed it down.
    Still grasping me by the wrists, he tugged me to a settee. He dropped over, leaning his elbows on his knees and looked up at me through thick eyelashes. “We aren’t supposed to officially tell our succubi this—but most figure it out on their own regardless. You don’t need Heaven-bound souls to survive. You simply need a soul. Any soul. You could read auras as an angel, aye?” I nodded, eyes narrowed, not sure I believed or trusted anything he spoke of.
    â€œHow is your ability now? To read auras?”
    I shrugged, swallowing. “Nothing special. I see faint colors surrounding everyone.”
    He nodded. “Eventually you’ll learn to refine that. I can help you. It will feel a little different than when you were an angel—but soon it’ll be second nature to sense the auras.”
    â€œWhat good is any of this?” I snapped, hopping to my feet. I walked over to a stone hearth and ran my fingers along the edge. Dust pooled under my nails and I flicked it to the floor. “It’s still murder. I’m still taking life.”
    Lucien’s sigh was patient and quiet. “If you only have relations with the Hell-bound souls, you won’t be condemning anyone, true?”
    I hesitated before answering. “Well—yes . . .”
    â€œSo, by your own logic, you could still do your job. Without compromising your morals.”
    â€œThat’s true,” His eyes burned into my back, and I turned slowly to match his gaze. “You would allow me this?”
    He shrugged, falling back against the settee. His arms spread out along the back edge and he crossed one knee over the other. “Don’t ask me why. If this messes with my ArchDemon status in any way, I’ll revoke it in a heartbeat.”
    The shock of his admission