“I do not care one whit that you’re half demon. You could have told me that you were a demon now living on this plane, and I wouldn’t care. That monstrous form is just a part of who you are, and I like it, too. I like all of it. Eryx Demos, liar, murderer, thief, demon. I don’t care. “This,” I say, and I reach out to touch the skin of his wrist with my fingers. Electric heat flows through me at the contact, just as I knew it would. “This is what I care about. This connection. This understanding. You were made for me.”
