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    Abigail
    Abigail assessed the newcomer carefully. This one actually thought his balls were big enough to compete with her still. How exciting. She smiled as nailing said balls to the trophy wall with the others in her collection came to mind. Maybe she would let him keep them for a while longer. She found his arrogance stimulating and entertaining, to say the least.
    He stood before her with his chest puffed up and his chin slightly elevated. She admired his courage, and idly wondered if perhaps there was a mistake in him falling into her syde. She imagined by his attitude that he would fit better in Velan’s Syde of Pride. But from his well-sculpted, near perfect body she could also imagine him in the Syde of Lust with Thoros. And those eyes…
    She mentally shook her head. He sure didn’t look the part of the usual souls she collected for Lucifer. There must be something obvious that she was missing. New minions didn’t just fall into Hell unannounced. She should have been notified. Lucifer would question this, she was sure of it.
    She disregarded the thought and focused on the stranger. Why was he so interesting?
    She’d left Murry dissatisfied, and promptly turned him away after only thirty minutes. She couldn’t concentrate on sex with him when the only face she saw in her mind belonged to the minion standing before her now. She despised being distracted, especially from sex, so her next move was to face the distraction head on, like always. Surely she could move on after squashing him like an irritating bug.
    She glanced at Pogo. The miserable git was hardly worth more than the dirt on her stiletto boot, but maybe he could be of some use to her, where the stranger was concerned, anyway. But he’d been keeping secrets from her. She would deal with him later, she thought, as the urge to look back at the stranger become too much to ignore or deny.
    Abigail took another slow step forward, moving into the stranger’s personal space. He didn’t move, but she could sense his discomfort with her being so near and invading. She liked that. She like that a lot.
    Her eyes closed involuntarily as she caught his scent on the wind. He smelt of the forest floor with pine needles scattered about and the mist from an ocean breeze just before the sun sets. There was something else, something familiar and almost exotic. Brief pictures of his hands on her body and his lips demanding her complete and utter attention flashed through her mind. She caught herself before she fell into him and disguised the moan as a cough as she righted her form back to a solid vertical position.
    He still hadn’t moved, but she could tell the tension in his body had intensified greatly. She wanted to peek in his head, but that would make her too vulnerable to him. Allowing her guard to drop for even a second around this minion was not an option.
    She had to get away from him until she could think rationally and get everything sorted in her mind. Nobody had ever made her crumble so easily, not even Lucifer.
    Abigail took a step back from him. A low growl came from the male’s throat, but that wasn’t what stopped her from turning and running as far from him as she could get. He had a hold of her arm, not so much as to cause discomfort, but enough to get her attention. She was stunned. Nobody had ever been so bold as to touch her.
    “Leaving so soon, sweetheart?” he asked, tone gruff and low, just the sort of sound she loved to hear growl out her name in the heat of her every lusty desire. The voice she had once only fantasized about in crazy love filled dreams…until now.
    In the next instant she was caught off guard. The breath was knocked from her lungs as she was spun around and pulled hard to the unyielding stone-like pectus of the stranger.
    His breath fell heavy by her ear and she fought to regain what was left of her sanity before he had total control of her.
    “Now look who isn’t prepared,” he said, and she could hear the smile