Chapter One

The dirty mirror in the grungy bathroom reflected her shaky smile. A moment to compose herself was all she needed. Felix was okay. Better than okay.

The old Felix was back.

With her eyes closed, she pictured the smile that had lit across his face, a genuine smile that reached his eyes, breaking through months of darkness like the sun rising in the south pole. His laughter had stole her breath and his teasing got her all weepy.

Gods I missed him.

Straightening her short jean skirt and her black fishnet shirt, Rosemary took a deep, bracing breath. Then she double checked her makeup to be sure no streaks remained from tears of relief meeting thick mascara. All good. Time to go back into the bar before Felix picked someone up.

Maybe she should be worried that his attention could stray, but with a nest of seven men, all devoted to feeding the hunger of her cambion blood—seriously, she couldn’t complain. Without them, the demonic leanings of her succubus ancestry would take over. Of course, most cambion queens were still possessive of their men, but Rosemary was a little different. Being an ugly child, born of a race known for deadly beauty, had something to do with it. He father had placed the curse on her to save her life since most cambions smothered their daughters at birth. Daughters meant competition. And short life spans. Rosemary’s own mother had committed matricide when she turned ten.