Valory let out a soft yawn, and I smirked.
“Just five minutes,” I said.
I knew it was a lie.
But I’m a demon.Lying is in my blood.I just was not used to lying to myself.
“Five minutes,” Valory responded as she settled her hand over Mercy’s waist.Her fingers found mine there, where they settled on Mercy’s hip.
I slid my fingers between hers, breathing in her sweet funnel cake scent, and drifted to sleep.
And I dreamed of all the things a demon should never dream of, praying to God himself that I’d never wake up.
But my prayers were not answered, of course, because I was just a demon, and no matter how much love was in my heart, I would never escape Hell.
CHAPTER8
Valory
The rain patteredagainst the roof.It was dark.
Too dark for my liking.The radio dipped in and out, the windshield wipers brushing vehemently to get ahead of the onslaught of rain.
The same air of dread hung in the air, but there was also something else.
I turned to look beside me, noting a dark-haired man curled up in the passenger seat.His head rested against the crook of the window, his pouty lips parted as soft snores escaped his throat.
The strangest feeling permeated my being.Thoughts spread like wildfire.
I knew we couldn’t hold onto this forever.Eventually, we’d both have to go back home.
But I wasn’t certain I wanted to go home yet.
Despite the trouble we’d found ourselves in, I didn’t want to stop running.
The freedom felt too good.The forbiddenness of it all...it felt too fucking good.
Miles wasn’t some weird asshole who’d kidnapped a teenager on the Internet, though I was sure to my dad, that was exactly what it looked like.
And maybe on some level...it was that.
But Miles...he got me.He understood my heart, my dreams.My darkest thoughts.
He lost his father to cancer only a year ago.He understood the depth of loss.
Together, we grieved, and together, we found love and acceptance in a hopeless desert.
But I knew I’d have to return home.And so would he.
And after we did...
We may never see each other again.
I reached out in the dark car, tracing my fingers along his silken hair.
The lights fractured from the rain, bathing the car in red and incandescent white beams of truth.
“Five more minutes, baby,” he murmured.
