Page 59 of Hot Girls Date Demons

My knees hit the marble floor hard enough to crack stone.

A strangled sound tears from my throat.

Not a roar.

Not at first.

A sob.

Three hundred years of loneliness taught me how to survive.

But one day with Josie has taught me I never truly lived before her.

“Myrrin,” I whisper brokenly.

I see her in my mind.

Curled beneath the blankets.

Smiling in her scrubs.

Laughing when I called her the hottest girl in existence.

The way she snorts when she's truly amused.

The tears in her eyes when she realized I loved her.

And now⁠—

Now she is hurting.

Because of me.

I throw my head back.

And the sound that erupts from me shakes the throne room itself.

A Demon's heartbreak howl.

Ancient.

Full of grief.

The chandeliers tremble.

The banners whip violently.

Even the shadows recoil.

“NOOOOOOO!”

Silence follows.

No one speaks.

No one moves.

Because every mated being in the room understands exactly what this pain means.