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Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type.
What’s your cat’s name?” “Luce.” “As in Lucy?”
I’d been seeing her in my dreams for months. Not that I was about to fucking tell her that.
“I can tell you’re purposely being evasive.” “And you’re purposely being a pain in my ass,”
My skin was on fire. My heart slammed against my ribs. That had never—never—happened before.
Who was this woman?
A new line of ink, bold, fresh, and burning white-hot like a brand, had appeared on the inside of my wrist.
It was her name. And I knew without a doubt that this woman who walked out of my dreams and into my shop on a rainy October night was always meant to show up.
That freaky friggin’ cat. Who names their pet after the Prince of Darkness? I mean, it kinda fit, but still. Weird.
“What you’re asking for, smart-ass, is a spanking.”
“Coming from a guy who keeps the furry embodiment of Satan as a pet, it’s hardly a diss anyway.
“I am hearing you. I’m just not listening. Oh hey, there’s the freaky devil cat! Hi, Satan!” 29 “It’s Lucifer,”
Petra hoisted Luce into her arms and cradled her like a baby, scratching under her chin. “I thought you said this cat was allergic to people.” “She is,” I answered, totally confused. “She hates everyone.” Petra smirked at me again. “Like her daddy. You know what I think this means?”
Glowering, I muttered, “Can’t wait to hear it.” “I think it means this was meant to be.” “This?” “You. Me. The furry demon in my arms. It’s fate, Sunshine. So you have to tell me about the curse, because fate always wins, whether you like it or not.”
The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
Men got so emotional when they couldn’t be in control of everything.
When I kissed her, she was laughing.