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a grayscale vision emerged from the night, his ruby eyes cutting through the darkness like twin beacons of something bloody. frightening—and, she had to admit, compelling. and his purred request even more so.

of course, fiamma told him with an ingratiating smile. she felt her hips sway and the rhythm of her movement designed to accentuate her curves that little bit more.

men were fools for flesh. she knew that well.

come ti chiami? she asked, looking at him with chin slightly lifted. i'm fiamma.

he moved like soto did—low and furtive, like desert shadows. perhaps he was of the same set. she wondered whether he carried the same magnet for bloodshed as the chocolate man, though even if he didn't, he would soon drift that way by proximity.

they all would.

for now, she'd have her fun. soto owed her one for saving the woman sangre's life. she would cash that favor out at the best possible opportunity.