"Is that what this is about?" she asked, glancing up at him. "You were tempting me. Like the Devil."

He needn't have bothered. If he were the Devil, he'd know that he already owned her.

It was funny. She was Oprah's biggest donor. She went out of her way to respect the sanctity of life. She'd allowed herself to be shot in the face twice, rather than actually harm another living soul.

And she was still damned.

She knew it.