Thousands of years have passed. Azael has returned to Jezebel, and he’s brought her memories with him. Now that Jezebel has them back, she doesn’t intend to lose them again by starving herself of life energies. So, when she encounters a broken heart in the seedy strip club where she works, she knows dinner will be special that night. This time, the feeding will be on her terms, and the man who’s wandered into her snare, shouldn’t miss the small bite of soul she takes. Much.
“A freebie. You like freebies, don’t you?”
He nodded slowly.
“Good.” She leaned in, hooked her bra top around the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss hot enough to melt him in his boots. Seconds later she released her top, leaving it draped on his shoulders. “Meet me out back in five minutes,” she eyed his buddies, “—alone.”
Jezebel rolled to her heels and rose to her feet, slowly sashaying her way back from where she’d come. As she passed Azael who crunched on an apple, leaning against a wall that led to the changing rooms, she reached out and brushed her fingers across his jaw. “I’ve brought take-out.”
He grinned and tossed the apple over his shoulder. “American?”
“An MRE,” she said as she exited into the back room.
“God, I love meals ready to eat.” He turned and followed.