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January 5 - January 6, 2021
Bambi had eaten a Warden. Thumper had eaten an Alpha. These familiars were really low on manners.
Both made me happy. Both made me laugh. Both filled me with longing and made my girlie parts all kinds of happy. But only one really made me…
Stop being a coward and let go of the past. Embrace the future, because they are two very different things.
Because there was only one set of eyes I saw when I closed mine at night and when I reopened them in the morning.
“Why are you here, Layla?” “I’m here… I’m here because this is where I’m happy, with you.”
“I liked it so much that I’m now spoiled. One morning and I’m spoiled for life. I want you here every morning, with me. Well, maybe in the master bedroom. That bed is more comfortable.”
“I love you, Roth.” My voice shook with emotion. “I’m in love with you.”
“I, Astaroth, Crown Prince of Hell, am in love with you, Layla Shaw. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. A hundred decades from now, I will still be in love with you, and it will be as fierce today as it will be a decade later.”
“You know what else I’ve been thinking?” With him, it was anyone’s guess. “I think I’m going to have to make it official. You know, me being the president of the demon horde Layla fan club.”
He stared down at me, his eyes wide and the pupils slightly dilated. His lips were parted and that bolt in his tongue glittered. The tops of his cheekbones were flushed. He looked… He looked gobsmacked.
“I don’t think you understand what it means when a demon falls in love, Layla. It doesn’t go away. It doesn’t fade, even if we want it to. We love until death. That’s not just something we say. We love and we love once and it’s forever. No matter what. And that’s a bit twisted if you think about it, but luckily you feel the same way, so this isn’t awkward. You feel me?”
“I’m pissed off because I love you, Layla, and the idea of losing you fucking terrifies me!”
And then I did the one thing I never planned to do, but the only thing I could. I left Roth.
He dragged my mouth to his, and he kissed me. There was nothing soft about it. The kiss tasted of desperation and joy, of pain and relief, and of the bright rediscovery of tomorrow that had once been stolen away.
“And I love you,” he said. “With every breath I take, I will always love you.”
