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tough to resist.” Greg grabbed the bags and tossed them into the back of the truck. The impact resounded across the parking lot.
    “Where? Who?” Regarding the darkened areas surrounding the shopping complex, Vanora shuddered.
    “A hot little Latina with a big, round ass on her way into work. Against the wall over there. It was great!”
    “Ugh!” Vanora shuddered at the thought.
    “Take that, Leah!” Greg flipped off the store, then climbed behind the wheel while Vanora settled into the passenger seat.
    Yanking the door shut, Vanora said, “Leah doesn’t sound like a Latina name.”
    “Oh, no. The girl’s name was Marisol. Leah is the bitch demon who rules over that Walmart. She feeds off the misery of her co-workers and the shoppers.”
    “Great. Another demon. I should have known. Her eyes were…”
    The incubus was shifting the truck into gear, but at her word,s he hesitated. “You could see what she was?”
    “Her eyes were like a reptile,” Vanora answered.
    “Oh, wow. You saw through her disguise! There may be hope for you yet, Snow White!”
    “Greg!”
    “It’s a compliment!” The demon drove the pickup toward the entrance on the far side of the parking lot. “Snow White’s a princess. All girls want to be a princess.”
    “I never wanted to be a princess.”
    “Sure, you did,” he said sarcastically.
    “Seriously, I didn’t. They were always so…pathetic. Waiting for someone to rescue them. Or changing themselves to make someone love them.” She was actually lying. A good portion of her childhood had been spent wishing she could change her appearance in hopes that someday some cute boy would think she was pretty and love her. She had that much in common with the fairytale princesses.
    “So you wanted to be the knight in shining armor?”
    “Actually, I kinda wanted to be Maleficent. That way I could turn into a dragon and no one would pick on me.” That was the truth and she grinned at the memory.
    Greg wickedly chuckled. “There’s hope for you yet, Dark Vanora.”
    His words vividly reminded her of the painting Alisha had created of Vanora as the Queen of the Night. She shuddered. “Anyway, Greg, you knew there was a demon in the store and you still let me go in?”
    “There are demons everywhere, cupcake.”
    “But what if…” Vanora hesitated. “I guess I’m just being paranoid.”
    “Not everyone in this world is out to get you. But, if she had figured out you’re a witch that could’ve been an issue. Your kind is supposed to be virtually extinct thanks to the ivory asshole.”
    “What could she have done? To me?” Vanora dreaded the answer.
    “Though she’s one of the nastiest demons you’ll ever meet, she probably would have run away. Your kind can vanquish us. You’re dangerous.”
    This answer pleased her though it was a bit unsettling.
    “Besides, if she did figure out you’re a witch, I bet she’s shitting bricks right now, which is awesome. I love pissing her off every chance I get. She hates it when I feed off her people. Stupid ol’ bitch. I really fuckin’ hate her.”
    “Why? Because she does what you do?”
    “You take that back,” Greg growled.
    Vanora gave him a surprised look. “Why?”
    “I bring pleasure to the women I feed off of. That demon-bitch inspires misery into her prey so she can slurp it up.”
    “And you don’t cause misery? Your girlfriends all died tonight.”
    Returning the pickup to the road, Greg frowned at the darkened road through the windshield. “Okay, so usually my affairs end with death and destruction, but it’s not my fault. My girls just have difficulty letting go. Because, ya know, I’m just that good.”
    “Because you’re using magic on them!”
    “So do vampires! How do you think your Spanish stud gets his victims?”
    The thought of Armando hurt so much tears instantly sprung to her eyes.
    “Yeah, he’s all handsome, charismatic, and charming, but he’s putting the big ol’ vampire mojo on