A gateway flashed into existence on the other side of the coffee table and Zafira stepped through. For the first time, Cole beheld her scantly clad body and was not overrun with thoughts of lust.

"Nice outfit," he drunkenly mumbled.

Zafira ignored his compliment and shed her dominatrix gear. "It is done."

"How was he?" Cole snottily asked.

"I made him suffer as you requested. His soul tasted like burnt bread, if that's what you want to know."

"Did you enjoy fucking him? Like Maria did?" he grumbled.

Zafira scowled. "For your information, he only entered my mouth. If there was a simpler, less degrading way of taking his soul,...