“How can I ever repay you?”

As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them.

The demon, however, was delighted. He listed the options on his fingers. “Well, well,” he drawled. “You can do two things for me: bear my child or give me your blood.”

She fought the urge to cringe. Neither choice was pleasant. The last one, though, sounded like the lesser of the evils. “I’ll take option B.”

He gave her a mysterious look. “Pity.”

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