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Ray giggled again and led the way back to my apartment.

Flopping herself down onto the couch as if she owned the place, Ray stared at the ceiling and whined, “Do we need to go straight away?”

“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I asked, digging through my bags and grabbing a selection of knives I could conceal easily and one I didn’t plan to.

I jumped when I felt her hands on my waist as I hadn’t heard her approach. How the fuck did she move so quickly and silently in those heels?

“We’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”

“I don’t think we do,” I said, brushing her hands away.

Remind yourself, woman.

Demon.

Unnatural.

Immoral.

Dangerous.

Demon.

On top of all the bad decisions I had made before, considering being with Ray was next-level shit.

She spun me around to face her, jolting her head out of the way as I turned, still clutching the knife I had picked up. The large butcher knife hovered between us, and Ray’s eyes shifted from it to me and back again, but I couldn’t put it down. The blade felt like a barrier between us, a wall that if I were to break it down, it would destroy whatever self-control I had left.

My resolve melted the moment she touched me.

She promised she wasn’t using some demonic power shit on me.

Shepromisedme.

Could I trust her, though?

Were these feelings really my own?

“I won’t hurt you, Ilsa,” Ray whispered. “I think you should know that by now.”

“I do.” I could barely breathe, and the lust that radiated from her body was so strong I could almost taste it.

“Put the knife down,” she said.

When I didn’t move, she ran her tongue up the blade, and my eyes widened. Ray wrapped her hands around mine, gently prying my fingers from the handle.

“Ray…” I was practically whimpering at this point. “What is this?”

She looked at me, and I know she knew what I meant.

What was happening between us?

What were these sensations?

Because although I thought I recognized them, it couldn’t be possible, not with her, not these feelings.

Demon.

Love.