Blood rushed through my head, and my throat closed tight. “You looked me up.”

I should have known it would happen eventually. His ignorance of my trial and the charges against me would only last so long. He might be a demon in a million-dollar penthouse, but he still lived in this world. The one with Google, social media, and clickbait headlines. The only thing I was surprised about was that it had taken so long.

And I bet he still wanted to use me as bait. Why not, right? I was just a trash human who had caused a poor girl’s death. Hell, if I died, it would be no big loss in his eyes.

“I looked you up the night we met,” he said as he took another sip of his drink. He set it back onto the table, edged forward, and took my shaking hand in his. “Mia, calm down. I don’t think you did it.”

“Wait?” I breathed, and instantly, my hand stilled. “What?”

He put his other hand on my shoulder. Tremors tiptoed down my spine. “I wouldn’t have asked you to work for me if I thought you were capable of accidentally killing a girl and fleeing from the scene instead of calling for help. I can see it in you. You’re not guilty of that.”

All my breath whooshed out of me, leaving me lightheaded. And frankly, feeling a little weird. I must have been dreaming. No one had ever said that to me before. No one except for Serena.

“How could you possibly know that?” I asked in a whisper. I didn’t think I trusted myself to speak any louder than that. Basically, I was a glass case of emotion on the verge of shattering into the steaming water. These were words I’d always longed to hear, just…maybe not coming from a Prince of Hell who had lied to me about a demon contract.

He leaned in close, and the hand on my shoulder drifted up to my cheek. I shuddered against his touch, my breath stilling in my throat. His gaze swept across me, piercing and dark and full of a strange intoxicating intensity. My eyes dropped to his lips just as his tongue swept across the bottom one. Shivers raced down my spine.

Suddenly, I realized exactly where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with. A demon, in a hot tub, on a balcony overlooking the sparkling city lights. His wet chest glistened, and my soaked lace clung to the curves of my breasts. Heat flickered between my thighs.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Was he going to kiss me? And was I going to let him? No, surely not. Nothing about this was real. We were in a fake relationship so we could stop a murderous group of supernaturals who wanted to sacrifice humans to Lucifer.

Wow, that sounded totally insane.