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Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Also by Richelle Mead
  4. About the Author
  5. Dedication
  6. Succubus Heat
  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. Other’s Books by Richelle Mead’s

He traced the outline of my lips with his fingertip, gray eyes wicked and thoughtful. “Not sure it’s anything you can do while cut off from your super-secret powers. You’re not a sex goddess anymore.”

“Hey, I don’t need super-secret powers to be a sex goddess.”

Just then, three twentysomethings stumbled in, staring wide-eyed at the shop as they tried to stifle nervous giggles. They undoubtedly had the same kind of potential that high teens did. I gave Dante one last frantic plea. “Please? Just give me the names. You don’t have to do anything else. And I won’t say anything. I swear it.”

Dante scowled, glanced at me, at the potential customers, and then back at me. He told them he’d be with them in a minute and then hastily jotted four names down on a scrap of paper. Two of them I recognized.

“Thank you,” I said. I beamed, and to my surprise, something in his cynical expression softened a little.

“God, that smile,” he muttered. “You might just be right.”

“About what?”

“You really don’t need any powers to be a sex goddess. Your hair’s a little messy, though.” He walked around the counter and gave me a quick half-hug. “Be safe, succubus. Don’t test the limits of that not-dying thing.”

“And buy some condoms?” I teased.

He shrugged. “You’re the one who was having prophetic dreams about having kids a little while ago.” Turning away from me, he put on his jovial con-man persona and beckoned the group over with pitches about palms and Tarot.

He’d spoken the words in a light, off-hand kind of way, but as I slowly walked back to my car, they slapped me in the face.

Prophetic dreams . . .

Nyx’s dreams.

The things she’d shown me during that time had been so vivid that they seemed almost more real than my own life. The thing is, by almost all accounts, Nyx had a grasp on the future and could show people things that would happen to them. That was how she spread chaos in the world, by showing people these visions and making them think they knew how their futures would unfold. Unfortunately, while the visions came true, they never came true the way their victims thought they would. She’d led a lot of people to their deaths that way.