Anastasia
I'm dead. He's demonic. It never would have worked....
Getting dumped by the Demon of my dreams wasn't exactly in the game plan. Game plans suck. Throwing caution to the wind is my new motto.
I used to be a semi-happily single Vampyre. As the Princess of the Australian Dominion, I have an enormous palace, a fabulous wardrobe, I don't look a day over 30, and I have gobs of friends -- most of whom would be happy to see me permanently deceased. However, they hide it well. In the violent world of the undead, I consider it a win.
Getting kicked to the curb by my True Mate has turned my world upside-Down Under. Whatever. If the Demon doesn't want me, fine. He can skip his butt right back to Hell.
And if Levi thinks walking back into my life under the guise of ending the bad guy terrorizing my Dominion is gonna fly, he's got a few electrocutions coming his way.
He wants the bad guy.
I want him.
Game on.
Levi
Falling for Anastasia is a damned disaster.
I'm a Demon. She's a Vampyre.
I don't do feelings or relationships. I'm a killing machine with a bounty on my head. I have nothing to offer her. Period.
I'm a dumbass for cutting her loose. But visions of the gorgeous Vampyre getting caught in the crossfire of idiots trying to whack my head off is unacceptable. While Anastasia is violent -- an attribute I find wildly arousing -- she didn't sign up to be a target. The thought of her alive without me is far more appealing than her being permanently dead because of me. Of course, just when I thought I'd solved the problem by removing Anastasia from the equation, life -- or rather, the pain in my backside, Satan -- throws me back into her path.
Behemoth is darkening Anastasia's Dominion, and I'm going to need the Vampyre princess if I want to take him out.
Two birds. One stone. Right?
Kill Behemoth. Spend time with the woman I want, but I can't have.
Win-win. Kind of.
Whatever. Blue balls, here I come.
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