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There were two golden rules their mother had taught them about roaming New Orleans after dark: the first was that if the dark looks at you, you never look back. That was a surefire way to be caught by a Devil.
The second rule was that if you did break the first, never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.
Death she was familiar with. Living would be the real challenge.
“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.”
Soft hearts don’t survive here.
She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.
want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”
“I think you might be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get,” he whispered.
“If there were ever a divine entity I’d worship,” he murmured, “it’d be you.” “My body, your altar,” she offered.
