“Blackmail . . . Duh. A girl has to support herself somehow. Come on, Franks, you know I like nice things. What? It’s okay when you guys do it. Do you have any idea how many spies and ambassadors I had to seduce to get my PUFF exemption, and then the MCB expects me to get a job? What am I, a peasant?”

He wasn’t going to try to lecture a succubus about the value of honest work. “This is a personal visit.” Franks unzipped the stolen coat.

“I’m not your succubus with benefits anymore, Franks. You blew that sweet deal, Mr. Insensitive. You were all law and order and too good for me.” Then she saw that he was only revealing the gaping claw wounds on his torso. “Oh . . . What happened to you?”

“Long story. I need help.”

Lana snickered. “The mighty Agent Franks needs help from little old me?”

“Yes.”

“Since this is personal then and not MCB bullshit . . .” Lana picked up a vase full of flowers and hurled it at his face. Since he’d been expecting some sort of outburst, Franks snatched the vase out of midair. “You dumped me, Franks! Nobody dumps me.”

The word dumped implied that they’d ever had some form of relationship. He was an unstoppable killing machine and she was a soul-leeching sex demon. They’d had a mutually beneficial arrangement until it had become inconvenient. What had she expected? Commitment? Franks shrugged.

“That’s your idea of an apology?”

Franks set the vase on a counter. “I don’t apologize.”

“Why should I help you?” she demanded.

“You owe me.”

Succubi tended to be a little bipolar. Lana tilted her head to the side, toying with her hair, playing it coy. “Well, you didn’t banish me back to Hell when I first got caught, but you were still kind of a jerk about it. Your MCB pals chained me in a prison cell.”

“You like being tied up.”

“That’s different. I was dragged out of a party in handcuffs. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?”

“You tried to seduce JFK,” Franks pointed out.

“Please, Franks, tried? Marilyn had nothing on me. Look at this body.” Lana twirled for him. “This is my best one yet.”

Her body was rather hard to miss, since it was designed to be lust incarnate. He may have been made out of secondhand parts, but Franks was still flesh. “Yes. It’s nice.”