Page 9 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Within seconds, they're gone.

The entire train car falls silent.

Completely.

I don’t move.

Heck, I’m not sure if I breathe.

And then the stranger sways.

His massive body drops to his knees.

“Oh, my God.”

At first, I stare.

Then I move.

Because that's what I do.

It's what I've always done.

Helping people is in my blood.

Even if the patient in question just sounded like a lion possessed by Satan.

I hurry toward him, dropping my work bag beside him.

“Sir?” I ask gently. “Can you hear me?”

He doesn't answer.

His breathing sounds wrong.

Too rough.

Too strained.

When I reach for his wrist, heat slams into my palm.

He's burning up.

And then he lifts his head.

Our eyes meet.

My entire body freezes.

Not because of his size.

Not because of the strange golden glow flickering behind his pupils.

Not even because I'm suddenly ninety percent certain this gorgeous man isn't human.

No.

It's because he is staring at me like I’m the answer to his prayers.