Page 14 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Impossible.

After three hundred years.

After all this time.

After giving up hope.

The Fates have finally answered.

She's mine.

Mine.

Not because I deserve her or because I'm particularly worthy—I’m not.

I’ve done things that would turn most people’s hair white.

But it doesn’t matter. None of it.

Because the multiverse itself has declared this beautiful, soft creature is mine.

And I will hold on to her with everything I have the moment she says yes.

The beast inside me, the one clawing at my sanity for decades, suddenly becomes still.

Peace settles over me for the first time in centuries.

My mate.

My beautiful, curvy mate.

And she's touching me.

Actually touching me.

Not screaming or running.

Not recoiling in horror.

She's worried.

For me.

The monster.

Emotion lodges painfully in my throat.

I haven't had someone care whether I lived or died in a very long time.

“It’s you. Mate,” I rasp.

She blinks.

“Excuse me?”

She’s adorable confused.

And somehow that’s perfect.