This is the same way I get when I’m in heat. My chest tightens at the thought. Is he in his heat cycle right now? Do demons have heat cycles? Oh gods. “What’s wrong?” I ask again, trying to keep my panic contained. He sits up, grinding his teeth and shakes the sweat clinging to his forehead as he bites out, “Nothing. Go back to sleep, godling.” My brows knit together. “I can’t sleep with you making all this noise.”
