Belial points at me, and my blood chills.

“I’ve been watching you,” he says. “I’ll tell you exactly what I told Anna. You’ve got to at least appear to be working. Get yourself out to the parties and bars three or four nights a week. Do not get comfortable. Work if you have to. Anna will understand. Won’t you, Anna?”

He turns to Anna, whose face is all sadness. “Yes. I’ve already told him that.”

I feel ill at the thought of either one of us even pretending to work, but I understand his reasoning. The dangers remain, prophecy or not.

“Can you keep up appearances, kid?” he challenges me.

I begrudgingly respond, “Yes, sir.”

Belial stands when it’s time to leave. He gives my shoulder a squeeze with his massive bear claw until I meet his eyes, which are surprisingly soft.

“You’re not a bad kid,” he says. “I see that now. You’ll make a good ally.” I swallow hard and he gives my shoulder a pat.

You’re not a bad kid. . . .

Anna slips her soft fingers into mine and tugs me forward. I follow her into the kitchen, my eyes downcast, feeling strange. She starts cooking something, and I quickly snap out of my stupor when it’s apparent Anna is wiping at her eyes. She tries to cover it up, babbling.

“You’ll need fresh milk soon. And probably more eggs, too. Eggs are an easy thing you can make yourself. All these meals are labeled with cooking instructions. Remember how I showed you—”

“Anna.”

She won’t look at me. I stand and take her hand off the fridge, closing it, and pulling her into my arms. She lets me hold her until she calms.

We’re going to be okay, come what may, but I don’t pretend it won’t hurt like hell when she has to leave.

We eat dinner and spend our remaining time entwined together on the couch.

“I love you,” she says softly. And like every time before, the words spread over me like warm honey. I work up the nerve and open my mouth.

“I’ve loved you longer.”

She pulls back from my chest and stares up at me. “I don’t believe you.”

I can feel an idiotic grin threatening to spread across my face, just talking to her like this. I bury my face in her neck and hair, and I tell her exactly how I first fell for her. I make her believe me. “You see the best in everyone,” I say. “You drove me mad that trip . . . and then you gave that homeless woman all your money in Hollywood, and that was it. I was done.”

Her eyes are sparkling as she angles across my lap, slips her hands into my hair, and pulls my face to hers. Her leg swings over so she’s straddling me, and I let my hands move over her back, her waist, down to her hips. I’m trying so damn hard to keep my hands and the rest of my body on good behavior, but I let my mouth be as wild as it wishes. She doesn’t seem to mind.

We pause to stare at each other, marveling like a couple of lovesick fools. I want to laugh, like I’m on the best kind of high, but then she’s kissing me again.

“We’re gonna be okay,” she whispers between kisses.

“Better than okay,” I say.

She grasps the front of my shirt and leans back as our lips come together again, pulling me so that I’m lying on top of her, between her legs. I move against her, just as I know she likes.

“I want to take you with me,” she groans.

Ah, God, my little vixen underestimates my self-control when she’s naughty like this.

“So you can drive me mad like this every day?” And use me for your plaything? I rather like that idea.

I snatch a glance at the clock and it’s almost time for her father to come back. Damn it. I push my hearing outside, and sure enough, firm steps are sounding.

“I think someone’s coming up the stairs,” I whisper, although I know Belial could most assuredly hear me if he wanted to listen. I kiss the tender spot under her ear. She smells fresh and clean from her shower.

“No,” she says bravely. “Not yet.” She clings to my shoulders and arches her hips up to mine, and she feels so bloody good. I grind into her body one last time, and my head is spinning with desire for more.

Belial pounds on the door and we both go still. We’re panting like mad. Nothing like a dose of your girlfriend’s father to douse the kindled fires. Anna giggles in a very mischievous way and I grin.

My lovely little vixen.

Belial knocks again and Anna frowns. “I don’t want to say good-bye.”

“Then don’t,” I tell her.

“Hurry it up,” Belial shouts through the door.

Anna looks sad now, so I pull her up, taking her face in my hands.

“All right, gorgeous. No good-byes. I’ll talk to you soon.” I press my lips to hers one last time.

Belial groans against the door. “Oh, for the love of—”

“Hush, Daddy,” Anna says. She puts her hands over mine, which still cradle her face, and her eyes flutter closed. “All right. We’ll talk soon.”

I peck her lips one last time and hand her over to her father. I stand in the doorway as they head downstairs. That awful feeling of being left behind weighs me down. I have to trust that she’ll be safe in Belial’s care, and wherever he chooses for her to live now.

For the first time ever, when Anna walks away from me, she actually turns and looks back with a smile. That’s how I know this time will be different. I lift a hand, and though I miss her like mad already, I feel stronger than I ever have.