Adonis sat on his bed, leaning back on his hands. “Well? I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me. It’s not every day I have a succubus dressed as a Puritan in my room. And I’d love to see what you have planned for that broom.”

I glared at him. “I’m dressed as Cotton Mather, to be specific. One of the figures in the witch trials.”

He nodded. “I’m familiar with his death work.”

“Tell me, Adonis. Are you particularly interested in burlesque, or do you just like exerting control over people?”

“Mostly the latter, and it’s particularly delicious to exert control over a succubus. Plus, it will annoy Kratos.” A tinge of venom underscored his voice.

Now that was an interesting admission. “Why would you want to annoy Kratos?”

“Come now, Ruby. When you’ve lived for as long as we have, you find ways to amuse yourself.”

He wasn’t telling me the whole story, but I couldn’t trust a thing he said anyway.

Best get this night over with.

I leaned down, pressing play on the cassette player. As soon as the drum machine started, the rhythmic spirit of Eimmal pulsed through my body.

I grabbed my broom Puritan off the floor, launching into the dance. The music filled me, rumbling through my blood. Soon every step was falling into the right place, every movement imbued with a perfect surety as I twirled over the flagstones.

As my body twisted and writhed to the music, I lost myself in the role of Cotton Mather and his forbidden love—a sinful prisoner in one of his cells. Cotton, you see, was tormented by lust for his witch captive, even though the fusty old pervert wouldn’t admit it to himself.

Unacknowledged desires happened to be my favorite theme.

As I stroked the broom, my only regret was that I hadn’t adopted the role of the prisoner. Call me crazy, but I kind of related to her a lot right now.

In fact, I didn’t want to be Cotton, didn’t want the wig on anymore. I pulled it off, shaking out my red hair. The collar came off next.

To the pulsing rhythms, I threw myself into the dance, filled with a sense of pure, powerful freedom I hadn’t felt in years. I was fully fae again, a creature of the soil and moss, honeysuckles and apples, and the darker things too: an arrow through the air, teeth piercing flesh, a necklace made of bones. A heart pounding like a war drum.

A thrill rippled through me as I stretched my leg high into the air, giving a full view of upper thigh—the one without a knife strapped to it.

And as Adonis watched, the ancient power of the fae lit up my body. This is what it meant to be fae—to be me.

Humans could be stupid about the human body. They wanted women covered up; they valued virginity. I had no idea why. Their lives were so short, and they had no idea how to enjoy them.

As I danced, my movements felt precise, every footfall landing in the right place, every sinuous twist of my arms exactly the way nature intended it. Slowly, I ran my fingertips down my ribcage, my hips swaying languidly to the music.

Time for the long dress to come off.

I shouldn’t have looked at him as I peeled off my long gown, but his gaze drew mine like a magnet.

He was a monster, and I should have hated him looking at me. And yet, for some reason, I didn’t mind his eyes on me. It was weird, but in his beautiful features, I found an expression I’d never seen on him before. It wasn’t his usual wry amusement, wasn’t boredom or disdain. Instead, I saw intense curiosity.

If I wasn’t mistaken, I saw lust there, too. In fact, he was gripping the edge of his bed with an alarming ferocity, and his inky magic coiled sensually around his body.

See, Adonis? You’re not the only pretty thing around.

What was he thinking about right now? As I twisted my hips, I had a strong suspicion that he was envisioning exactly what I looked like under the black fabric that hugged my body.

Poison hemlock, I reminded myself. I definitely had to stay away from him tomorrow, or I’d end up dead.

Under the powerful thrum of his magic whispering over my skin, I’d become Angela Death again.

At last, the song ended with me lying on the cold flagstones. And yet, I hadn’t wanted it to end. I wanted to keep dancing into spring, until Kratos found my sister and brought her back to me, until we could run off into the woods together.

My heart hammered hard against my ribs. I blinked to clear my thoughts, then sat up.

From his spot on the bed, Adonis stared down at me.

I curled my knees into my chest. “I danced for you. Am I done now? Have I met the demands of your bargain?”

“Quite beautifully.”

A thin sheen of sweat covered my body as I looked up at him. I’m not sure what compelled me to ask the question, but the next words out of my mouth were, “What happens if you fall?”

“I don’t think you’d like the results,” he said. “Not only would I become a demon, but the Heavenly Host would come to Earth to finish our jobs for us.”

Oh. Shit. So luring the angels to their fall wasn’t an option?

Adonis leaned back on his bed. “Lucky for me, my curse hasn’t taken effect yet. Kratos has spent his whole life under its control. I do believe the sight of you undressed would drive him completely mad, but you’d be stupid to tempt him unless you want to destroy every living creature on Earth.”

I swallowed hard. It was a good thing I was learning about this now—assuming Adonis was telling the truth.

“If Kratos fell, the entire Earth would be destroyed?” I repeated.

“So you’d best keep your dresses on around him.”

A cold breeze shivered over my skin, bringing with it the first glimmers of spring. My skin heated, and a thrill bloomed in my chest, making it hard for me to focus. I needed to keep my senses clear tonight.

I rose from the floor and crossed to his windows, the magic of the dance still soaring through my blood. I pulled the curtains shut. Since Adonis seemed willing to talk right now, I had before me an opportunity to learn more about these angels.

Leaning against the windows, I crossed my arms. “And you can’t fall at all until, what… some curse takes effect?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t imagine what you’d be like after a fall. You seem evil enough already.”

His body had gone eerily, inhumanly still. He reminded me of a beautiful statue of Lucifer I once saw.

“What have you seen me do that’s so evil?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to list his litany of offenses—but I didn’t have much. Mostly, it was the fact that he terrified everyone, and what he’d done to the redcaps. Though maybe they deserved it. “It’s not what I’ve seen you do. I’ve heard that you spread death across the world, that you’re an angel of the apocalypse. And that you hate the fae in particular.” The last words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He stood, lazily prowling closer to me. As he closed in on me, the scent of myrrh coiled around me, raising goosebumps on my skin.

“Why would you care if I hate the fae?”

I shrugged. “Just curious about whatever trauma you might have. When you’re as old as we are, you have to find some way to amuse yourself. Surely you know that.”

A smile ghosted over his beautiful lips for just a moment before the air thinned around us. When he spoke again, his voice was a low rumble. “Because, my little succubus, they can’t control themselves. They’re beasts with divine powers. Abominations.”

My breath was coming faster. “Control is a big thing for you, isn’t it?”

His eyes burned like stars. “Of myself, yes. Without it, the world falls apart.”

Okay, that sounded… ominous.

My breath hitched in my throat. “Why?”

“Tell me who those humans were. The ones that I let live.”

I made my expression blank. “I have no idea.”

He shook his head slowly. “Is that any way to repay my generosity? I saved the lives of your friends, and you lie to me.” He shrugged, an elegant gesture. “I don’t suppose I could persuade you to tell me one true thing about yourself.”

He could, actually. “I’m looking forward to when Kratos brings my sister back. She was taken by the dragons.”

He snorted. “And you actually think he’d do that?”

Fear gripped my heart. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Because your sister’s absence means you need him. You’re dependent on him, and he likes that. He doesn’t know you’re pretending to be something you’re not.”

A heavy silence hung in the air.

As he took another step closer, he narrowed his eyes, studying me closely. “Did you know that I’m something of an expert in pain?”

I swallowed hard. “I had that impression.”

“I can see it in your eyes. And when you danced, too. The way you moved your arms—it was graceful and sensual, but they didn’t move quite the same.”

He reached for one of my wrists, gently lifting my sleeve. His touch sent a thrilling shiver through my body. It took me a moment to realize what he was exposing—the deep, purple bruise on the inside of my arm. The one I’d gotten from shooting arrows.

Oops.

He pinned me with his gaze. Then, shockingly gently, he raised my wrist to his lips. He pressed his warm, sensual mouth to my bruise. Heat raced through my body as Adonis’s silky magic whispered around me, and his kiss pulled the pain from my arm, his tongue flicking against my skin.

His lips moved against my exposed forearm, and a shock of euphoria raced through my body, tempting me into the wild abandon of spring. Ecstasy washed over me. I tilted back my head as he worked his tongue over my skin. Liquid heat pooled in my core, and suddenly I felt too hot, too constrained by my dress, the desperation to pull off all my clothes nearly overtaking me.

Slowly, he pulled away from me, silver light sparking his eyes as he appraised my healed arm.

“There,” he said huskily. “That’s all better now.”

The bruise had disappeared, but my knees felt week. What would his mouth feel like on mine?

He smiled lazily. “I won’t bother asking why you had an archery injury.”

I couldn’t remember how to put a coherent sentence together, so I just stared at him.

As I did, something slammed into the room, wood splintering all around us.

Kratos stood in the doorway, amber light radiating from his body, his eyes burning like the sun.