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Grant Winston is having a bad night. His new girlfriend is trying to draw him to the dark side, a woman of the night gives him a nasty bite and a sword wielding beauty in a Goth outfit claims she’s his defender.
Arista has her orders and an uncooperative human will not dissuade her from her sacred duty. Naive as he is handsome, Grant is in big trouble. He has something an old and powerful demon wants and he doesn’t understand Arista is all that stands between him and hell.
Arista withdrew a glass from a cabinet above the sink and filled it with water. She dipped the tip of her sword into the glass. The water sparkled and roiled. “Drink.”
Grant stared at the bubbling liquid. “You want me to drink this?”
“All of it.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes. I don’t know how much vampire venom entered your bloodstream, but it’s a chance I’m not willing to take.”
He raked his fingers through his hair and locked gazes with her. “I’ll chance it.”
Even with blood splashed on his face and disbelief clouding his green eyes, Grant was a good-looking man. He wore his dark brown hair in a short, disheveled style. His nose was straight and his jaw lean. Magan never left her fiery domain without good reason and most of her attention was focused on Grant Winston. What did Grant have besides a handsome face that Magan would want?
The demon was far too possessive of Grant for him to be just a convenient lover. Was he imaginative enough in the sack to keep a deviant like Magan happy? Don’t go there. Arista pushed the glass toward him. “Drink.”
He pushed it away. “I’m not drinking that stuff.”
Arista leaned down and put her face in his. “You’ve been having sex with a demon. Drinking holy water shouldn’t be so difficult.”
“Demon? Are you for real?” He shot to his feet, swayed and grabbed Arista’s arm for support. Unsteady, he leaned into her. “Magan’s a party girl.”
His chest pressed against hers and his body heat penetrated her torso. Arista’s pulse leaped and her blood heated. For a moment they stared at one another. Arista wondered if he had an awareness of her reaction. Got a job to do. Stick to business. “Your hot girlfriend Magan is a demon. A very old demon.”
“Vampires, demons and holy water?” Grant pushed away from her, breaking contact. “You have one hell of an imagination!”
Arista clamped a hand on his shoulder. His skin was smooth and warm. “Sit down before you fall down.”
He sat down on the bench and gripped the edge.
Frustrated, Arista placed the glass of holy water on the sink counter. She turned on the tap and grabbed a white washcloth. After wetting the cloth with warm water she walked back to Grant.
“Just water,” she said. “To wash off the blood.”
He snatched the cloth out of her hand. “I can do it.”
She grabbed a towel off the rack and watched him clean off his face. He winced as he dragged the cloth over his neck.
“You can take a shower if you like.”
“I’ll do that at home,” he said, cleaning the blood off his hands. He tossed the washcloth at her Arista caught the bloody cloth and dumped it in the sink. She handed him the towel. “I’d like to go now,” he said, drying his face.
She didn’t want to let him out of her sight, but short of tying him up or zapping him unconscious Arista had to let him go. He was her assigned responsibility, but harming humans was against the rules. “Drink the holy water and we’re out of here.”
He eyed the glass on the counter.
“You don’t believe in vampires. I get it.”
“There are no vampires. There are no magic swords. Just crazy people with misplaced beliefs.”
Arista picked up the glass and took a sip. “I didn’t poison it or slip in a drug.” She held out the glass. “Have a little faith.”
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