Page 45 of Hot Girls Date Demons

She reaches for her neck instinctively.

I smile softly despite my confusion.

The mark is beautiful.

Already my magic works within her, adjusting her lifespan to mine, sharing strength, life force, and power.

A miracle unique to Demon mates.

The greatest gift I possess.

Josie's fingers brush the spot.

Her eyes widen.

Then she bolts out of bed.

“YOU BIT ME!”

I blink.

“Yes.”

“YOU ACTUALLY BIT ME!”

“Yes?”

She spins toward the enormous mirror near the wardrobe.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“I do not understand the issue.”

“You bit me!”

“I claimed you.”

She whirls around.

“You claimed me?”

“You said I could.”

Fates preserve me.

I sound petulant.

Like a child accused of stealing sweets.

Which is unfair.

I did not steal anything.

She gave herself freely.

“Desmond, normal people don't bite each other!”

I pause.