"How did you figure it out?"
"You really thought I was complimenting you just now? Please—your disguise is terrible, and your acting's worse. Obvious from a mile away."
Lucas's eyes narrowed dangerously. He leaned in and bit down hard on her shoulder—a vengeful kind of bite.
"You—!" Sophia gasped, staring at him in disbelief. "I haven't even forgiven you yet!"
"Well," Lucas murmured, brushing his lips over hers, "I've already forgiven you."
When he'd been dragged underwater earlier, he actually thought someone was trying to kill him. For one brief, dizzying moment, death had felt very, very close.
Sophia shot him a sidelong glance. "I told you I was planning to drag someone down to hell with me. Then I realized—you've got the perfect bones for it. The perfect material. Interested?"
Lucas's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Absolutely."
