THE DEVIL'S BARGAIN
CHAPTER 1
IVY
The pentagram I drew with cheap red chalk is still smoking when the air rips open like someone just tore the night in half.
I stumble back, heart in my throat, clutching the stupid little grimoire I found in the campus occult section. My rent notice is crumpled in my fist. Twenty-three grand in student loans, eviction in three days, and I’m literally begging hell for help.
Then he steps through.
Tall doesn’t even cover it. Seven feet of pure sin wrapped in obsidian skin and black wings that scrape the ceiling of my shitty studio. Curved horns, glowing ember eyes, and a smirk that says he’s already won.
“Hello, little mortal,” he purrs, voice like velvet soaked in whiskey. “You rang?”
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Because he’s naked except for
