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dilated, and he pulled back from our embrace. “She said that?”
    No. “Yes.” A pause swung between us like a noose. “Not in those exact words . . .”
    He shoved off the bar to his feet. “Go make me some money, Monica. And if you decide to cut all of us a break, and want to tell me where Drew is, you know where I’ll be.” He stalked two steps before looking back over his shoulder. “For your sake, make tonight’s conquest someone good. I can tell you could use the energy.”
    I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The draught menu and various specialty drinks were painted over the top, obscuring my reflection. My lack of energy radiated from every aspect of my features. The lower my powers, the more beautiful I became. Saetan’s own little insurance policy on us succubi. My skin shimmered like dew. My nails were long and glossy. Overall, it looked as though my body glowed; I was a lighthouse beckoning the strongest and most virile sailors. My body was compensating for what my soul lacked.
    With a deep breath, I released my succubus pheromone into the club. It billowed out like cigarette smoke, swirling above the crowd. T rushed back to me, his eyes glossy. “Another one?” He shook my empty glass. The question was simple, but his lovesick gaze was not.
    â€œNo, thanks, T. Janelle seems to want something, though.” I inclined my chin in her direction. She glowered at him, and my scotch and my pheromones were quickly forgotten.
    It didn’t take long for heads to turn in my direction. My scent was powerful to begin with—and the more a succubus needs energy, the more potent the scent.
    â€œExcuse me,” a familiar voice rumbled beside me. “Are you available for a dance?”
    The bar stool nearly tipped out from under me. “Drew?”

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    C onfusion marred his rugged face. No—not Drew. His aura wasn’t right. But holy damn, did he look like him. Chiseled bones and a strong chin peppered with reddish-blond stubble. He even had a similar scar on his lip. Were dopplegängers possible? My hand twitched to reach out and feel him.
    â€œNo,” he said. “I’m Ryan.”
    I nodded, my pulse slowing to its normal rate. He wasn’t my Drew. His soul wasn’t perfect . . . not Heaven-bound. He was the ideal candidate for a one-night stand. Slowly, carefully, I extended a hand, curling it into his and lacing our fingers. His hands were softer than Drew’s, not so calloused. My eyes fluttered shut and I inhaled, lost in memories of Drew on top of me, his face between my legs, palm against my trembling breast.
    â€œUm, are you okay?”
    Arousal pulsed between us, and I raised my eyes to his emerald green irises again. “More than. You sure you’re ready for me?” I pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down to taut abs.
    â€œOh, yeah.” He grinned. One dimple creased at the corner of his mouth.
    I searched the room for Lenny, the horrid manager Lucien had hired to run this pit.
    He caught my eyes, and I gestured to Ryan. Like the little weasel he was, he scurried over to us, his obnoxious clipboard clutched tightly in his clawlike hands. Beady black eyes and an awful comb-over made up most of Lenny’s appearance. Other than that, he bought button-down shirts two sizes too small, and his belly always spilled over the top of a pleather belt. I’d seen more style waiting in line at McDonald’s.
    Ryan held my gaze, full lips slipping into a soft grin. His eyes slid down my body like a gentle kiss. Goose bumps rose, nipples hardened, and my breasts were heavy with need. He hadn’t even laid a hand on me yet and I was squirming to slide on top of the man. He was a darker souled Drew. Hell-bound and deadlier.
    â€œIt’ll be four hundred fifty—and that doesn’t include a tip for the lady.” Lenny’s nasal voice broke the moment, pulling me back to