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He has thick, glossy black hair.

A strong jaw.

And eyes⁠—

Sweet Goddess.

Those eyes are dangerous. Hypnotic.

Black and red.

Not brown.

Not hazel catching the sunlight.

They are black and rimmed in red.

Then, they land on me. His entire gigantic body goes still.

So does mine.

One enormous wing gives a slow twitch behind him. His nostrils flare. Something changes in his expression.

Just for a second. Anger disappears. Shock takes its place. Then something hotter.

Something darker.

Something that makes every tiny hair on my body stand on end.

His gaze moves over me.

Slowly.

My skin heats everywhere it touches.

Okay.

Wowza.

Whoever this asshole is, he is hot.

My interest isn't just piqued. It sits up, waves both hands, and starts shouting, Pick me! Pick me!

His tail goes rigid. Then curls.

Interesting.

“Who the hell are you?”

And there goes the moment. My eyebrows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

He stomps closer, still holding the bucket of ectoplasm like some kind of demonic handyman.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

“Oh.” I adjust the strap of my purse. “Well, when you ask so sweetly, how can I resist answering?”