I keep trying to get him to do relaxation exercises, but he won't. Aside from the fact that Cedric makes me talk to them, I have to file a ream of paperwork each time they do something stupid. 'Believe me, I'll be glad when you get rid of them. 'This is so absurd as to be unreal,' I told her. They may have named themselves after the movie, for all I know. 'You ready to meet the Army of Darkness?' I bought a white chocolate mocha and slid into the chair opposite her. She drank what looked like a cappuccino and picked over the remains of a bagel, her eyes lost in thought as she no doubt pondered the coming day's wheeling and dealing. Her mousy brown hair was pulled up into a neat French twist, and her crisp suit reminded me of something Grace or Mei might wear, save that this was navy as opposed to their usual black or-on daring days-red. Kristin was waiting for me at a coffee shop down the street so that she could drive me over to the cult leader's house. I was numb, which was about the best I could hope for. Devastating him didn't really make me feel better, but it had frozen me up enough so that I didn't have to process any real emotions.

It would hurt, I had no doubt about that. I left before I could see the full effect of my words. And honestly, baby? You want some feedback? You've still got a lot to learn. Still, the agony he now felt over sleeping with someone else's girlfriend was undoubtedly blackening his soul even as we spoke. It would have doubled his guilt and given me a stronger fix. I realized then I should have mentioned having a boyfriend before we had sex. The truth is, I already have a boyfriend. That smothering rage from last night no longer consumed me, but I was still angry at the world and needed to lash out at anyone I could. I was only the second woman he'd ever slept with. He'd turned out to be as vulnerable and shy as I thought. ' I pursed my lips as though I were giving this a lot of thought. It turned out he was actually here on business from Seattle, and he'd been ecstatic to learn we lived in the same city. I stood near the door, fully dressed, slipping on my shoes.

The Sorta-Seth-Lookalike lay naked in bed, still worn out even though he'd come hours ago.

Succubus Heat by Richelle Mead