Page 77 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Not the kind from movies.

Not rabbits in hats, or card tricks, or smoke and mirrors.

Real magic.

The kind that wears black.

Smells like chocolate and cinnamon.

And kisses me goodbye every morning like I'm the greatest treasure in existence.

Which, according to my husband/mate—yes, we're using both words all the time now—is exactly what I am.

Turns out Demons move fast.

Honestly, after being mated, magically bonded, and accidentally married according to Nightfall law, arguing semantics felt pointless.

Besides, I like being Lady Josie Crestfall.

Apparently, I haven't learned everything about Desmond yet because I had no idea I’d be getting a noble title along with everything else.

And every time I ask, he gets this weird look and mutters something about ancient noble houses and paperwork.

I'm beginning to suspect he's secretly Demon royalty.

Anyway, I'll find it all out. Eventually.

Right now, I'm finishing my last two weeks at the hospital.

Not because Desmond asked me to quit.

He didn't.

In fact, when I told him I planned on giving notice, he looked horrified.

“Myrrin, have I failed to provide sufficient support?” He asked, looking genuinely distressed.

“No!”

“Then why would you leave something you love?”

Because that's who he is.

He doesn't want to take away my independence.

He wants to give me choices.

And after years of overtime and exhaustion and saying yes to everyone except myself…

That still feels strange.

Wonderful.

But strange.

So I gave notice.

Not forever.