“My mate adores the other Mavka’s female,” she rasped with panted breaths, sitting on top of the Demon with her shoulders slumping. She stared down at his bleeding corpse. “He was so cheerful that night after she came to his bookstore. He’d always wanted to speak with one, to meet the creatures who had written the books he loves so dearly.” She darted her head to the side to look at him. There was pain in her cat-shaped red eyes.
