Page 60 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Lord Dagan's mate wipes tears from her eyes.

Phoebe openly cries.

Even Lord Thorne looks stricken.

But I barely see them.

All I see is Josie.

My mate.

My heart.

My home.

Hold on, Myrrin.

Please hold on.

I'm coming back to you.

I swear it.

Nothing in Heaven, Hell, or Nightfall itself will keep me from returning to you.

Eleven

Josie

Minutes pass.

Then hours.

And still nothing.

Panic starts creeping in.

No.

No, no, no.

He's probably busy.

Right?

He's with his old employer.

Maybe that's normal.

Maybe—maybe I'm imagining this entire bond thing.

Trying to shake it off, I head into Madame's room.

“There you are, Pussycat!” she announces happily.

But the moment she sees me, her smile fades.

Because apparently I look as terrible as I feel.