A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat. “Right. Of course. Makes perfect sense. So what was he, then? The bogeyman?” “A demon, actually. A lesser one. Often referred to as a cambion.” The matter-of-fact way he said it made me laugh harder. The sound echoed off the concrete walls, wild and unhinged even to my own ears. “Oh, a lesser demon.” I mimed wiping fake tears from my eyes, just to be dramatic. “No need to panic, then. But sure, why not? And I suppose next you’ll tell me your blond friend upstairs is secretly a werewolf?” Sebastián’s lips parted. “Well, we don’t use that terminology…
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