Page 12 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Another stab of agony nearly drops me to my knees.

I suck in a sharp breath.

And that's when I hear them.

Three young males.

Loud.

Drunk.

Stupid.

They smell of cheap beer and bad decisions.

“Come on, man!”

“What's with the costume?”

“Nice threads, Dracula!”

“Comic-Con's next month.”

Normally, I'd ignore them.

Three hundred years teaches patience.

But tonight?

Tonight, I'm barely holding myself together.

The taunts roll off me.

But then one of them touches me—kicks out at me.

And something inside me snaps.

I stand.

All seven feet of me.

The fools finally notice the horns.

The wings.

The tail.

Fear floods their scents.

Good.

They should fear the things that go bump in the night.

I open my mouth and release the sound my kind have used for thousands of years.

A roar.

Pure Demon.