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the regret. I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
    “You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”
    She jumped at his words, wondering if he could read her mind, or if her emotions were that transparent. Dar sighed, tightening his grasp of her waist. “You angels are fucking slave drivers when it comes to duty and responsibility. Well, if I can’t spend the evening with you, I’ll have to go with plan B.”
    Before she could even wonder what plan B was, his lips were against hers. It wasn’t the sort of kiss she’d ever expected from a demon—not that she’d ever envisioned herself kissing one. His mouth was gentle and tender, barely a caress. His lips explored hers, then he lifted his head from hers, tugging her bottom lip with a hint of teeth.
    “Goodnight, Asta,” he whispered.
    It had been over too fast for her to stop it. She’d been too surprised to resist. Liar . All she wanted was for him to kiss her again. That wasn’t something she was willing to admit, so, instead, she summoned up the dredges of her long-cooled temper and pushed him aside. “Go to Hel.”
    “Eventually. Right now I’m having too much fun.”
    She shook her head, unable to resist returning his smile. Looking down, she saw their tussle in the alley had torn her pants. Another pair of pants ruined by this infernal demon. If he stuck around the rest of the week, she probably wouldn’t have a stitch of apparel left intact. The thought should have pissed her off, but, for the first time in the last century, she found she really didn’t give a flying leap about the state of her precious clothing. It’s not like she’d be taking it with her to Aaru, and the last twenty-four hours with this demon had been far more exciting than even a Versace dress could ever be.
    ‘Goodnight’, he’d said. He was done playing and was ready to let her focus on her work. The thought was like a cold breeze across her skin. She didn’t want him to leave, and she sure as heck didn’t want to work. She’d rather go with him to see the blues band.
    “Tomorrow we’ll discuss what you know about the demon plot. Meet me at the convention center, and you can help me find this guy.” It was the perfect excuse to spend more time with him.
    His smile broadened, becoming rather predatory. “I’ll be there, and I’ll help, but it’ll cost you.”
    She doubted an evening in a blues club was all he would want. Or a somewhat chaste kiss in a dark alley. Was she really willing to take this further? Could she lie to herself about her motives as the level of sin passed minor into mortal?
    One week. Less than one week, and she’d be gone. If her path to salvation was so fragile that she couldn’t push the boundaries a bit, then so be it.
    “We’ll discuss terms tomorrow. Now get out of here, so I can do my job.” She’d meant to sound firm, resolved and strong. Instead, the words were those of someone who’d just dropped her ice cream into the gutter.
    “Okay.” His eyes were warm as they met hers, and she felt her resolve waver. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
    She’d expected more sass, more innuendo, but he complied with her demand. Asta felt deflated and curiously disappointed as she realized he’d never even mentioned their kiss.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    D ar climbed through the broken window of the drycleaner and eyed the endless loops of plastic-clad hanging clothes. It was time to step up his game. This angel seemed to admire a well-dressed demon, and he enjoyed fine clothing. He’d left his suit last night in the alley, and it had been stolen by the time he had returned. Besides the one he had on, his only other clothing was a pair of khakis and a few t-shirts. If this angel liked suits, he was going to give her suits. Really, really expensive suits.
    What better place to score some nice threads then a pricey dry cleaner? Humans dropped off clothing and sometimes didn’t pick them up for weeks. A lost outfit or two wouldn’t