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"Where?"

"There"

"N-no"

And she did not like that she couldn’t, he suruess is that you can only see deher"

"Should we, I don’t know, fight thehold?"

"Us? No That is up to the hu about outside, a permanent place in the life of a mortal, inside the mortal’sconsu thing? They have to be taught how to fight what they cannot see?"

"Yes They ly"

Beyond the dancers were the tables Eaze cut through the sultriness of the dark to seetheir nails as their breasts were fondled, but he found no sign of his helpers

"Hey, ht?" a male voice said

Zacharel jolted to attention The arette balanced between his lips

He stood as tall as Zacharel, with hair so thick and luxurious any woman would covet it The mass was a symphony of colors, shades of flax interspaced with caramel, chocolate and coffee His eyes were a deep, fatho out of a catalog--or the heavens--and completely at odds with his warrior’s body

Finally

Annabelle gasped as if she had just spotted sonash his teeth in irritation

"Cigarettes kill," was all Zacharel told the man Can’t punch him Really can’t punch him Especially since I asked higed out the cigarette, dropped the butt, his gaze raking over Annabelle, assessing "Pretty female She yours?"

"Yes" Zacharel’s tone shouted so back off

Paris, keeper of the derinned slowly and with a satisfaction that only increased Zacharel’s irritation "She h she certainly see open, but no sound was eh slipped froe in hio, there’d been no one ht wo any man back to life, couldn’t she?

"Try not to take offense She can’t help herself" Whistling under his breath, Paris strolled away

"You have so," Zacharel said to Annabelle, "and yet you are struck speechless in front of hi Paris’s muscled back until he disappeared in the crowd "I’ve never sne, and utterly "

"He is possessed by the demon of Promiscuity," Zacharel blurted out

"What! No way"

"Yes way"

"Possessed," she echoed hollowly

Good She would never again gaze at Paris in such a longing manner Petty of him? Maybe Did he care? No "Most of the people here are demonically influenced, as I told you, but a few are actually possessed Burden employs them--the demons, I mean, and pays them to tempt any of the Black Veil’s patrons who are not yet so evilly inclined"

Her fingers tightened around his, and he knew she hoped to take strength from him "So what are we supposed to do now?"

"Noait"

Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait long A female parted the masses on the dance floor, then slowly strolled toward Zacharel One of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, she had a silky fall of pale hair, skin a light dusting of rose and eyes as golden as the e breasts were barely concealed in a red leather dress, patches of material cut from the sides to reveal perfectly flared hips The dress’s he it clear there were no panties to shield the apex of those s

Beautiful, yes But also one of the de at the doors of her mind, desperate to escape the demon’s hold It had been a recent possession, then Within a few days, aze focused squarely on Annabelle "There’s eisha How I’ve asped out

The human male, Fitzherbert, had said those exact words to her, Zacharel recalled Sweet little geisha Zacharel did not believe in coincidences The de the woman in front of her must once have possessed someone at the institution Not Fitzherbert--Zacharel would have sensed it--but so A patient, hold inside a hu Burden would have wanted one with easy access to Annabelle, watching, listening, probably even encouraging others to hurt her, then reporting back