I had done dozens of jobs that required me to assume an alias. But for some reason, my heart was hammering as I got ready for the big event. Maybe it was because our target was demon royalty. Meeting my own gaze in the mirror as I double-checked my make-up, I reminded myself to take one deep breath in, let it out, and repeat.
"Ready?"
Striker appeared in the doorway, dressed in a tuxedo. I looked him up and down in the mirror, appreciating the way the suit fit his toned frame. I had to admit, the imp cleaned up nicely.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied, turning to face him with what I hoped was a brave smile.
Striker looked me up and down just like I had done to him, smiled, and held out his hand to me, "Then shall we get this show on the road, darlin'?"
I hesitated for a moment, my gaze meeting his own bright yellow one. I was getting ready to trust my life to a man I barely knew, much less knew how I felt about him. After a moment to gather myself, I placed my hand in his, "Let's go."
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