She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

Besides, there wasn’t a breed of succubi out there that didn’t steal something. Whether it was your seed, your soul, your life-force, or your heart, they sucked something out of you and rarely gave back. Sin definitely did not strike him as the giving kind.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

Harvester’s heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

Wow", he rasped. "Do you emasculate all the men, or am I speacial?