Page 19 of Hot Girls Date Demons

“Because of you.”

“I don't understand any of this.”

Understand?

Can you say understatement?

I barely understand my electric bill.

Now I'm apparently being bridal carried by Satan's supermodel grandson.

“And my name is Josie,” I add.

He nods solemnly.

“Josie is a beautiful name. I call you Myrrin because it is a term of affection where I come from.”

“Um…” I swallow. “Where exactly is that?”

He opens his mouth.

But before he can answer, the train screeches.

The automated voice announces my stop.

My stop.

And reality returns with a vengeance.

I have work again tomorrow.

I have laundry to do.

My fridge contains only yogurt and sadness.

And I am currently clinging to a seven-foot-tall horned mystery man.

“One moment,” he says calmly. “I should restore my glamour before I frighten the pedestrians.”

Glamour?

Before I can ask, he slowly slides me down his body.

His hard in surprising and unexpected places body, which—nope.

Not thinking about that.

Absolutely not.

His hands remain on my waist.

And I watch, actually watch, as the air around him shimmers.

Power pulses outward.

Invisible and yet somehow completely visible at the same time.

Magic.