Page 79 of Hot Girls Date Demons

My favorite sound in the world.

“You mock me, Myrrin.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

He kisses my temple.

“I adore everything about you.”

And the crazy thing?

I believe him now.

Not because of the bond.

Not because of magic.

Not because fate said so.

Because every single day since we met, Desmond has shown me.

Love isn't words.

It's actions.

It's showing up.

It's listening.

It's choosing someone again and again and again.

And my beautiful Demon chooses me every day.

Just like I choose him.

Madame says that's the real magic.

Oh yes.

Madame knows everything now.

Apparently, she'd known all along.

Which I still find mildly suspicious.

When I asked how she predicted a seven-foot winged Demon, she just winked and told me a lady never reveals her secrets.

I think she's secretly a witch.

Desmond refuses to answer when I ask.

Which is even more suspicious.

My life has become very strange.

Wonderful.