Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

“Aethelthryth, nothing would make me happier than having you with me here, or in any other place that I will call home, for as long as I live. Please, come in.” I try not to gasp, but it’s a blanket invitation—incredibly difficult to take back, and therefore stupid to extend. He must know that. Suddenly, stepping inside feels dangerous for a whole new set of reasons. I do it anyway.