“Ivy,” she murmured. “Call me Ivy.” God, that red ring in his eyes was hypnotic. Of course it is, he’s a fucking demon. He smiled and heat skipped up her arms. It was only then, at a much closer distance, that she could see the twin pearly tips of his canines jutting down. She wasn’t surprised. All Incubi had fangs. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t affected by them. “Ivy,” he said, voice like liquid smoke. “What a lovely name.”
