The Devil's Vice (The Dark Triad, #1)

by Mindy Paige

“Reinhold,” I repeat, my chapped lips carving upward in a grin. “That’s my birth name. Reinhold Hellfyre. I never got the chance to tell you before. It didn’t sit right with me, you not knowing. Now you do.”

Lillith’s lips part, surprise written clear across her lovely face. “You… you choose now, of all times, to tell me that?”

Ghost sighs. “I told you I was your friend, Reinhold. Far better than that pissant Wesley.”

If I could see his face, I’m sure Ghost would be pouting.

“I figured there’s a reason you don’t go by Reinhold. Plus—and please don’t take this the wrong way—it’s kind of a shitty name.”

“I love you,” I reply. “I love you.” “And I, you, little flower.” He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. “Endlessly. Hopelessly. Devastatingly.”

Going dark for a bit. FBI agent is on my tail.

I guess if you dance with the devil long enough, you pick up some of his habits.