“You’re really not supposed to let a human sign a contract without telling them what it means,” Serena said, not missing a beat. “It’s against the rules. It won’t hold up, regardless of who your lawyers are.”

Asmodeus shot her a wicked smile. “For other demons, yes. But I am a Prince of Hell. Those rules do not apply to me.”

My heart flipped, and for the first time, the reality of my situation sank into the very depths of my bones. A part of me hadn’t believed it. The guy was an asshole, but he didn’t look like the kind of person to feast on souls. Not that I had any idea what a soul-eater would actually look like. Maybe a red dude with horns. And a tail. Definitely a tail.

Did he have a tail?

“So, it’s true then,” I said, my breath rattling in my lungs. “If I break our deal, you’ll get my soul.”

He leaned forward and tucked his finger beneath my chin. Those wicked eyes cut through me. “I will not only get it, but I will enjoy taking it straight to Hell.”

11

“Now that we’ve settled that,” Asmodeus said, pulling away. “All three of us are going to return to the party and act as though nothing has happened.”

Serena snorted. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Neither one of you has much of a choice,” he said, his voice dropping into an irritated growl. “A deal has been made. One month, and then it’s over. I’ll give you two a minute to collect yourselves, but if either one of you does anything remotely against me, I will not hesitate to alert the law firm and take Mia’s soul. Got it?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. The asshole had us exactly where he needed us, and he knew it. Too much was at stake. Serena’s job, and…well, my entire life, apparently. If he took my soul, what would happen to me? Would I die? Or would my body continue to live on, like some kind of zombie?

Serena grunted but then relented. Asmodeus gave us a wicked smile and then vanished through the door. A pocket of sound escaped into the bathroom: laughter, clinking glass, and booming music. It was a whole other world out there while we were stuck beside a golden toilet with our nightmares.

“Well.” Serena blew out a long breath that rustled the ebony hair framing her face. “So, I guess that happened.”

“I don’t think he is going to tear up the contract, shockingly enough,” I said dryly. “I think it’s more likely that hell will freeze over first.”

She cut her eyes my way. “This is really bad. You know that, right?”