Mr. Satan's lips covered hers, silencing her.

"Emily, this is a vow, not a wish."

She bit her lip. "Just pretend it's a wish."

He sighed deeply, a mix of happiness and resignation. "Emily, you're too kind."

"What do you mean?"

"Luckily it's me you've encountered," Mr. Satan said. "If it were the man we just mentioned, James, who saved your father with money, would you treat him the same way? He's a playboy, and you would get hurt."

Emily pouted. "I'm not stupid. I won't give my ...