“I can share.” He pursed his lips as though considering it. “No, actually, that’s total bullshit. Sharing and demons go together like black pudding and chocolate ice cream.” I mock gagged. “Pigs blood and ice cream? What the actual fuck is wrong with your brain?” “Exactly! So, no, there will be no sharing you. Your Bailey will need to settle for second place. Don’t worry. I’ll explain it all to him when you introduce us.”
