"The devil, who was getting a little tired of explaining himself (this was his fifth try), shook his head slowly and tried to be patient. Although patience certainly wasn't his strong suit.
Why did he always go for the dumb ones? Granted, he always thought they'd be easier, but they never were. Next time, he vowed, he'd seduce a Rhodes scholar. Or at least a woman who knew the difference between Satan and satin, which Dante London didn't. That had been a fifteen-minute conversation in and of itself."
~ Cara Lockwood, Every Demon Has His Day
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