“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, studying the concrete floor. “I didn’t mean to…” “It’s fine.” His voice had gone carefully neutral. “The mark… it might make you act… impulsively.” I wanted the sofa to swallow me whole. Right. Blame it on the demon magic. Much better than admitting I’d been about to make an advance on the mysterious, beautiful man who’d saved my life. Almost saved my life. I had to take what I could get.
