Page 8 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Strange.

He slowly lifts his head.

And my breath catches.

He's beautiful.

Ridiculously, unfairly beautiful.

Strong jaw.

Dark eyes.

Lips that belong on the cover of one of the romance novels hidden on my eReader.

For one insane second, I actually forget how to breathe.

Then one of the idiots kicks at him.

The beautiful stranger frowns, then he stands.

Holy hell.

He's even taller than I thought.

The entire train car seems to shrink around him.

The boys stop laughing.

One of them swallows hard.

Smart kid.

Because something about this man is absolutely not normal.

His eyes flash.

Actually flash.

And then—he roars.

Not yells.

Not shouts.

Roars.

Like a lion or a bear or a fucking dragon from that series that was so popular on cable TV a few years ago.

The sound shakes the air.

Deep.

Primal.

Impossible.

The three punks practically trip over themselves trying to escape.