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She didn’t just have one shark robe. She had two, one gray and the other pink, though I’d never seen a pink shark before. And the other day, she was getting excited for something called“Shark Week,” which she’d explained was when documentary makers all streamed specials on the underwater predator.

“Ooh, it’s so sparkly. And it goes perfectly with the dress, too. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“It’s a gift,” I said. “I think it looks a lot better on you than it does on me.”

She turned around and planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, leaving the barest trace of lipstick on my face. “Thank you. You didn’t have to. But thank you.”

“I have ulterior motives,” I admitted.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. You’re wearing my necklace, so that means you’re mine.”

“I’m not going home with anyone but you.” She turned back around to face the mirror and leaned in to inspect the necklace more closely.

Then she met my eyes in the mirror. “So, what crazy vintage outfit are you going to wear tonight?”

“I hate to disappoint you, my darling witch, but I was thinking of going modern.”

“So, no swashbuckling pirate?”

“No.”

“No long-dead poet?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a cowboy?”

“Not even that.”

I concentrated, trying to recall all the details of the tailored suit I’d seen earlier as I recreated it on my body. The charcoal gray wool jacket was cut to show off my wide shoulders and trim waist. It had a notched lapel that framed my face. The matching pants were just as perfectly fitted. The shirt underneath was crisp with a structured collar. I went silver with the tie to match the silver-blonde hair I’d given myself.

I’d decided to masquerade as a human today, hiding my red skin and horns and other details that would give away my true nature. Partly, it was because there would be lots of wizards there, and throughout history, wizards had thought of demons and incubi as nothing more than entities they could control. But also, the press would be there, and I’d already been photographed with Penny in this form.

For a final touch, I slicked my hair back and added gold cufflinks to the ensemble. I looked in the mirror. I quite liked it. Except something wasn’t quite right. The plain leather dress shoes just weren’t my style. They disappeared and were replaced by a pair of cowboy boots.

Aha! Much better.

“Damn, you clean up good!” Penny looked me up and down with raw sexual appreciation in her eyes.

She licked her lips as I turned to her.

“Still want to wait until later tonight? Or do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Gah! You know what, screw the makeup.” She grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her face.

“I’d rather screw you.” With a growl, I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet. Her legs came to wrap around my hips as my mouth crashed to hers.

Chapter 24

Penny

Most of my eyemakeup survived our lusty liaison, so we were only fashionably late.

Prax was fucking hot in a suit, and it was a good thing I’d gotten a bit of the needy lust out of my system before leaving for the dinner, or else I’d be climbing him like a tree right now, and that wasn’t at all appropriate at an event like this.

There was some mixing and mingling before dinner, and Prax introduced himself to anyone who approached as a collector of varied historical artifacts. That wouldn’t ordinarily mean much since that was the description of almost everyone here, but many of the auctiongoers had already previewed the items and were excited to meet the new collector who decided to put his very rare and impeccably preserved items on the market.

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