Her stunning beauty had lured him across the crowded room. Fascinated by her inner stillness, the inherent grace with which she sipped the crimson liquid and ignored her raucous surroundings, should have warned him of who he was dealing with.
Had the fine hair on his neck not stood on end when he'd stepped close enough to see the putrid aura surrounding her?
By then, it had been too late, of course. She'd hooked one perfectly manicured fingernail into the neckline of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
Just one kiss for him to lose his soul.
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