The hair on the back of my neck rose. Did he know what I was? I raised my eyebrows, taking in the line where the towel met skin. Demon or psycho, he didn't fool me. I didn't chalk it up to some higher intelligence on my part or even a Rasha talent for seeing through demon bullshit. We didn't have that. But I'd had Rohan. I knew what hot and raw and need looked like.

Samson didn't want me. This was calculated.

"You don't play fair," I pouted, pretending to buy it. ...