“Are you lost, Miss Saint Lucent?” Her tone was pleasant, but the underlying feeling I got from our encounters was that she was mentally stringing me up and dicing me into little bites to feed to the dragons. I didn’t take it too personally. Val didn’t care for most demons, vampires, witches, or really anyone—it wasn’t as if her dislike was directed solely at me. I had a feeling she’d prefer to stalk off into the woods and live her life peacefully in a cave, far from debauchery and anything else that annoyed her. Prince Gluttony very much included. Under different circumstances, I would rather
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