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Damn. She handed me a tiny purse that seemed to be made entirely of sparkling crystals, and turned me toward the door. “Go. Lucifer is waiting and the ball is starting soon.” I hesitated, overwhelmed at the idea of attending a demon ball. “Will you be there too?” “Yes. I’ll be guarding you the entire time from the shadows.” I reached out and rested my hand on her upper arm, giving her a warm smile. “Thank you.” She shook off my hand, scowling without meeting my eyes. “Just doing my job.” I stepped out of my room and entered the living room, then paused to take in the man in front of me. Tonight was October 30, known as Devil’s Night, and if any man looked like he deserved an entire night named after them it was him. In his shiny black tuxedo every inch of him radiated power, charm, a
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