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Chapters (55)
  1. Infernal Magic
  2. C.N. Crawford
  3. Contents
  4. Copyright
  5. In Brief
  6. Also like Infernal Magic
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Also by C. N. Crawford
  53. Acknowledgments
  54. About
  55. Dedication

Abe’s cheek dimpled as he smiled. “Nyxobas needed more souls. I know you understand.” He reached out, stroking her cheek, and his touch sent a thrill racing through her body, pushing out all of her dread. “But of course, you are the real prize this evening. You’re the most beautiful woman here, and it’s not every day I get to consume a hellhound’s soul.”

Chapter 23

Her body was growing hot, and sweat beaded on her neck. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve become quite attached to my soul, and I plan to hang on to it.” His lips looked full and soft, but she forced herself to tear her gaze off them, stepping backward toward the sinks. A strange ache was beginning to fill her body, and she couldn’t stop looking at him.

Slowly, he moved closer, his eyes trailing over her shoulders, her cleavage, her hips, as if he could see right through her dress to the lacy pink bra and panties underneath, and the thought sent a strange thrill through her belly. What is he doing to me? With a trembling hand, she lifted the blade of the pen toward the center of his chest. “Don’t get any closer. I won’t hesitate to reap your soul.” I need to burn him, but I can’t remember how.

“You silly little thing.” His eyes blazed with desire. “Do you have any idea how powerful I am?”

A battle raged in her head—carnal desires warring against the corner of her mind that wanted to bash his head into the tiles. Some traitorous part of her wanted to rip off her dress right there and invite him closer, while the rest of her knew she should stab him with the pen. I need to get out of here.

She could yell for help, but Emerazel would surely slaughter her for calling attention to herself.

Abe prowled closer, licking his perfect lips. Ursula let the silky strap of her gown fall lower. She wanted him to see all of her, wanted his hands on her bare skin.

Just inches from her, he ran a finger over her collarbone, and heat blazed through her. He leaned in, and she arched against him, desperate to feel his lips against hers. “I wish I could take you to Oberon’s. It would be so fun to show off a gorgeous human pet like you, with your perfect breasts and ass…”