I wanted to call him a liar, call his bluff. But, the icy look in his eyes told me he would sooner burn the house down just to prove me wrong.

"Maybe I'm growing to like the flames," I said instead.

His gaze flicked across my face, looking for some sign of a falsehood. Finally, he grinned, seemingly liking whatever it was he saw in my expression. I didn't think that it boded well for me. There was no backing down now, though. I was taunting the Devil, and I was prepared for the ...