Page 20 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Real.

Actual.

Magic.

Another squeak escapes me.

His horns fade.

His tail disappears.

His magnificent black wings dissolve into nothing.

And suddenly he looks… human.

Well.

Human-ish.

If human men commonly stood seven feet tall, dressed entirely in black, and looked so devastatingly handsome they made movie stars seem average.

Holy.

Fuck.

He is gorgeous.

“I am glad you think so.”

I freeze.

“You can read minds now, too?”

He smiles.

And Lord help me.

That smile could probably start wars.

“Only yours, Myrrin.”

Oh.

Sure.

Because that somehow makes this situation less terrifying.

“Come,” he says, taking my hand. “We have much to discuss.”

The train doors slide open.

And like a completely starstruck idiot⁠—

I follow him.

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