Free Touch of the Angel (Demons of Infernum, #3) by Rosalie Lario

the farthest corner. She hunched her shoulders and averted her face, as if she’d like nothing more than to be invisible.
    “What’s up with her?” Dagan whispered.
    Ronin shrugged. “Hell if I know.”
    One thing was for sure. The sexy, confounding succubus had an awful lot of secrets...and he intended to uncover every single one of them.
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    She’d surprised them. That hadn’t been her intent, but Amara hadn’t wanted his hands anywhere on her. She was hungry, and there was no telling how her body would respond in this condition. The last thing she wanted was to wake up from a lust-induced haze to find herself trying to feed off one of Ronin’s brothers. Even though the two of them were almost as handsome as Ronin, the possibility of that happening grossed her out big-time. Ronin’s brothers were off-limits .
    Part of her wondered if she should try to fight. Run from them. Do something other than meekly accept her fate. But they would easily overpower her. Besides, what did she have to run to? An eternity in prison was better than another day with Asmodeus. As long as they were going to apprehend him tonight, she had nothing to worry about. He would never be able to lord his power over her once he’d been turned in to the Council.
    And he won’t be able to hurt her anymore, either.
    Getting captured sounded like the best thing ever, if it meant the man who owned her soul would get put away. The only thing stopping her from immediately telling them everything she knew about Asmodeus was the knowledge that Ronin believed the worst of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’d almost killed him.
    The doors slid open and Ronin’s brothers stepped out of the elevator. Ronin eyed her, though he didn’t approach. Something about him seemed so sad. Resigned, almost. It was the very thing that had attracted her to him back at Opiate, that had made her think maybe he wasn’t so different from her. But he was. He had a family—a real one.
    “Your brothers?” she asked.
    His lips pressed together, and for a moment she feared he’d ignore her. “Yes. The one with the longer hair is Keegan. He’s the oldest. The other one is Dagan.”
    “You’re lucky.”
    “You said that once before.” When she didn’t reply, he nodded toward the door. “Come on.”
    She tugged the hem of her dress down. “For what it’s worth, Ronin, I’m glad you’re alive.”
    His eyes widened but he didn’t respond. She hadn’t really expected him to. Amara slid past him and walked behind Dagan down the hall. When she followed him inside the door he unlocked, he gave her wide berth. His disgust with her was evident from his grimace and the way he avoided eye contact.
    What had she expected—that she would be welcomed? She’d almost killed his brother. He had every right to detest her. Even so, she couldn’t help but long for an entirely different scenario, one in which she was introduced by Ronin. One in which she wasn’t the enemy.
    Dreamer. She always had been. The front door slammed behind her, making her jump. But she didn’t turn around. Instead, she took the time to examine her surroundings. Ronin’s apartment. She never would have imagined she’d end up here, of all places.
    Though they were in a small foyer, Dagan wasted no time in leading the way into a compact but elegant living room. The walls had been painted a steel gray about three shades darker than the long, suede couch, and blond wood decorated the floor. A wall of windows exhibited the spectacular view of the neighboring buildings, all lit up in the dark. A glass door led out to a small but serviceable terrace. The place had charm and class, but nothing to indicate a bachelor lived here.
    “Nice place,” she said.
    “Let’s get right to it.” The brother named Keegan stepped forward to block her view of Ronin. Impatience glimmered in his eyes, and he stared at her with thinly veiled menace. “What’s your employer up to? Why is he murdering