The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (The Grumpy Devils, #2)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“Speaking of old,” he says, as our steps fall into a rhythm again, “nice fanny pack. Did it come with a motorized scooter or do you have to buy that separate?”

“Is he your boyfriend?” one of them asks, sweeping her appreciative gaze over him. “Him? No. Satan isn’t allowed to take a companion on the Earth’s surface, as far as I know.”

Josh has gone perfectly still, like a snake about to strike. I’ve never seen him so furious, which tells me my anger and pain might not be an overreaction after all.

“He wanted to know where you got the scar on your nose,” he replies. “I told him you were in a fight club and couldn’t discuss it.” I grin. “The first rule of fight club…” “Is don’t talk about fight club,” he concludes.