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Daemon said gently.
    I wrung my hands in my lap, overcome with anxiety. “Well, you did. I don’t like the unknown.”
    “Nobody does, but there comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page or closing the book.”
    The book had almost closed on me last night and I could say with certainty it wasn’t the path I wanted to take. I wanted to live until I was old and gray.
    “Do you have any clue what else I might be able to do?” My tone was hopeful, desperate.
    Daemon’s expression morphed into one of pity as he shook his head. I rubbed my palms over my face and groaned. “Then how am I supposed to stop the voodoo priest from killing me if I have no clue what I am capable of?”
    “What were you going to do? Kiss him to death?” I heard a smile in his voice. “It was once believed that when you consume the chosen one’s blood, you would absorb those powers. As time went on, the Santeria religion grew less and less popular until it basically became extinct. Your blood plays a bigger role in this than the gift itself.”
    Daemon’s history lesson brought up the biggest question of all. I removed my hands from my face. “Is it true I was born to be sacrificed?”
    “Maybe in the olden days when Santeria was in its golden years,” Daemon said, leaning forward. “You have to understand something though. The voodoo priest lives for the olden days—that’s why he is doing this. He believes that if he is ushered into the community, he can bring it back to what it once was times ten.”
    “But does anybody care? It sounds like he’s fighting a one-sided battle.”
    “Don’t underestimate the power of crazy.”
    I turned over everything he said in my head but it was a lot to absorb. “And how exactly am I the key again?”
    “Like I said, he lives by the rules of the olden days. In order to become a respected priest in the community you have to go through a ritual that involves draining your blood and drinking it. Then your body is sacrificed to appease the gods above.”
    My brows knitted together. “That sounds awful.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    It was unfathomable to me that I somehow got saddled with the one voodoo priest stuck in the past and with a thirst for world domination. Talk about having the worst luck.
    “Aren’t there other people out there who have this gift of mine? Can’t he sacrifice one of them instead?” I asked.
    Daemon ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it up into a sexy rolled out of bed look. “No. The chosen one is only born once every hundred years. That’s why it’s so hard to become a respected voodoo priest in your community. And besides, the blood needs to be virgin.”
    “Virgin?” When it dawned on me what he was implying, my eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? Not only do I have to die. I have to die a virgin! That is widely unfair.”
    He laughed, letting his happiness shine through and boy, was it a beautiful thing to witness.
    “That’s what you’re mad about?” Daemon shook his head. “You are a funny girl, Sky Noelle.”
    The way he drawled out my name sent a blaze of fire to travel between my legs. Since the day we had met, Daemon’s allure had gotten harder to resist. I wanted to feel his mouth on my lips, his fingers in my hair, and his gaze become heady with passion as he claimed me as his…It was because of this, a crazy thought occurred.
    “Have sex with me,” I blurted out.
    Daemon’s eyes darkened as the smile slipped from his face. “What?”
    “If my blood has to be virgin, then unmake me a virgin.”
    “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. That’s not something you can take back.”
    I met his predatory stare dead on. It sounded crazy but if I was going to lose my virginity to anybody, I wanted it to be Daemon. He was right. The sexual tension between us would never dissipate. Might as well use it to our benefit.
    “I am serious, Daemon. You want me. I want you. It’s simple math and the easiest solution,” I