Page 30 of Legacy of Temptation

“It’s no secret that I’m not The Aegis’s biggest fan. But, yeah. Assholes. Mostly. You’re different. So, what’s your deal?”

The winegluggedcheerily from the bottle into her glass. It seemed as amused as she did by his question. “You’re asking why I want to work with a bunch of assholes if I’m not an asshole?”

That was the gist. “The Aegis is an extremist organization that espouses the eradication of all supernatural life except angels. They have their fingers in everything from politics to children’s toys. You don’t join them unless your views align with theirs. I’ve never met an Aegi who wasn’t a True Believer.”

“Kynan was once a True Believer,” she said, wiping a drip of wine off the neck of the bottle with her thumb.

Do not lick that. Do not—

He nearly groaned when she sucked the wine off her thumb.

“He was until he escaped the cult.”

Eva corked the bottle and plopped it onto the floor next to her chair. “Well, it’s no secret that I’m not a fan of demons,” she said, echoing his comment about The Aegis.

The chair creaked as she sank back into it, almost sloshing wine onto her blouse. Oblivious to the near catastrophe, she shifted to get comfy, and the blouse gaped open, revealing a swell of plump flesh cupped by a black satin bra. Logan freaking loved satin.

“But you’re right,” she said absently, with just enough of a shrug to make the blouse gape even wider. “I don’t really fit in. Most Aegi are driven by their ideology, faith, or trauma. I believe in God, but I’m not religious. I’ve had more bad encounters with humans than I have with demons, so if they stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of theirs.” She paused, her right hand brushing casually over her abs, where he’d seen the glimpse of the Sheoulic ward. “Mostly. Do I agree with The Aegis all the time? No. Do I support their overall efforts to keep humans safe from the underworld scourge? Yes.”

“Underworld scourge.” He could have let the insult go since he was pretty sure he was considered part of thescourge, but he was in the mood to poke around a little and see what made this female tick.

“You disagree, of course.” She gestured at him with her glass. “You people love your demons.”

You people. So casually derogatory. Now, she was pokinghim. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know you employ demons.” Her espresso eyes locked with his, daring him to deny it. “I know many of your agents are married to them.”

“That’s because not all demons are bad.”

“Seriously? That’s all you got?” Her tone was taunting but not malicious. She was enjoying this as much as he was. He detested everything about The Aegis, but he loved a good debate, and even more, he loved debating a beautiful female who was willing to go toe-to-toe with him, physicallyorverbally. “Okay, then. Let’s say I accept your premise.” She scooted forward in her chair and leaned closer. “Runa seemed really cool for a werewolf, and clearly, her demon husband hasn’t slaughtered everyone around them or eaten their children. But I would say that’s the exception rather than the rule.”

“You’ll get no argument from DART. Or me. Most demons are scum and belong in Sheoul, not the human realm.”

She didn’t bother to mask her skepticism as she stood and gazed out the window. “Can I ask you a question?” She was still facing the Brussels’ city lights, her profile both highlighted and shadowed, severe and delicate. It made him want to explore all her contradictions. All her hard angles and soft curves.

“You can ask.” He watched an ambulance weave through traffic on the street below and wondered if it was heading to a demon-related injury. “I can’t guarantee I’ll answer it.”

“Fair.” She knocked back half her wine as if needing some liquid courage. “Have you ever fucked a demon?”

Huh. That wasn’t the question he’d expected. This female kept him on his toes, always wondering about her motives. He liked that.

His chair groaned as he pushed to his feet and eased up next to her. Below, the ambulance had disappeared around a corner, and folks had resumed strolling between restaurants and pubs.

“Yes,” he said bluntly. “Now, what will you do with that information?”

Her surprised gaze flickered up at him, and a spark ignited somewhere deep inside her eyes. Anger? Disgust? Her jaw tightened, and she went taut, clenching her fists.

And then, just as he thought she was going to nail him with a right hook…

She kissed him.

If Eva suddenly sprouted horns and claws, she wouldn’t be more surprised than she was right this very second.

She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. And from the rigid set of Logan’s lean frame, he couldn’t believe it either. But even as humiliation cooled her wine-fired blood, his lips softened, and his tongue swept across the seam of her lips as that muscular body leaned into hers.

Have you fucked a demon?

Yes.

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