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bastard.”
    Cheating? A sinner?
    She had called for vengeance and he had heard her, and he had felt compelled to answer and accept her mission. He couldn’t. Contracting with her would break the one between him and his master.
    Apollyon looked at her, studying her pale beauty.
    She had called him and he had come. She was his master now. He had accepted the mission and the contract the moment he had left Hell.
    He was going to get into trouble for this.
    It had been a while since he had been on Earth though, and although the angels who watched over mortals now tolerated the old sins and only took them into account at death rather than punished the sinner during their life, he did still hate some of them.
    Infidelity in particular.
    “Are you really here to kill me?”
    Apollyon smiled and a hint of colour touched her cheeks. “You called me and I came to you, not to take your life but to ease your suffering.”
    She swallowed and looked as though she was going to deny that she was in pain. Apollyon stepped up to her and touched her face. Her skin was warm, soft, and felt good beneath his fingertips. He caressed her cheek, placed his fingers under her chin, and raised her eyes to his.
    “Whatever he did to you, I will make him suffer for it, but no man is worth such tears. Your heart will heal in time and you will love again.”
    Her hazel eyes searched his.
    Apollyon stared deep into them, feeling a strange warmth travel along his hand from where his fingertips touched her face. It chased through him and finally settled in his chest, burning there, stirring feelings that he had long forgotten existed.
    “I will give you the revenge you seek.”
    Those words were distant to his ears even though they issued from his lips.
    He was lost in her eyes, in the way she was looking at him with so much warmth.
    Was it gratitude that made her look that way?
    Or was it something else?
    “Are you a goddess?” he whispered, trying to keep his thoughts on track and on his mission.
    She shook her head, moving his fingers with her, and licked her lips. He made the mistake of looking at them, watching the soft pink tip of her tongue sweep over them. A surge of hunger swept through him and he took his hand away, shocked by the strength of his desire and the suddenness of it.
    “I’m a witch,” she said, matter of fact, with a little shrug.
    Apollyon stared at her. Was he making a terrible mistake by helping her? A part of him said to leave now before it was too late and he became too deeply involved with her.
    He couldn’t though.
    She had cast a spell on him.
    And he was a slave to her.

CHAPTER 2
    S erenity’s hazel eyes went wide and she stepped back when the hulking mass of man standing before her drew the sword that hung at his waist, afraid that he had changed his mind and was going to kill her after all. She wasn’t sure what to think when he eased himself down onto one knee in front of her, lowered his head, and held his sword out to her, the hilt and tip of the beautiful blade resting on his palms.
    “I am yours to command.” His French was perfect, making his deep voice so sexy that a shiver tripped over her skin whenever he spoke.
    Was she supposed to do something?
    People were staring again as they passed. What did they see? They certainly weren’t seeing a man offering a sword to her, that was for sure. To them, did he look as though he was kneeling with his hands raised in supplication?
    Was he dressed in black and gold armour that didn’t leave much to the imagination?
    Did he have huge black feathered wings?
    She imagined that he didn’t. If he did, the people would probably be screaming rather than merely glancing at him as though he had gone insane.
    “Erm, okay.” Serenity hesitated before touching the sword. The gleaming steel was cold beneath her fingers. She took her hand away, not liking the feel of it. “Thanks.”
    He stood with grace, his muscles shifting beneath his golden skin, and she tried not to