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Mist didn’t have a lot of things that belonged to him, so when he acquired something, he became extremely possessive of it.
“The truth is . . . I like having you around. You appreciate my food, and you help me clean up, unlike my idiot brothers. You’re Eva’s friend and you make her happy, which in turn makes Ash happy. Which makes me happy. So we’re all happy motherfuckers, thanks to your creepy gray ass.
He was a demon with a serious dark side—and he didn’t mean “dark side” like a human with a weird kink or something. His
“It is difficult to fight my instincts with you,” he said. “W-what instincts?” Her breathing was uneven, and her eyelids fluttered. “To hunt.” His fingertips brushed her hair back again. “To capture and subdue.”
Screw dinner. Screw exchanging pleasantries and taking it slow and playing it safe. She wanted to be claimed like an earthy goddess on the forest floor beneath the full moon in the most wild, animalistic way possible.
