Danny quite liked the taste of honey, so it was a win-win situation, though a very sticky one. We relaxed in the spa bath afterwards, enjoying each other’s company and the relative quiet.
“Did you know honey is poisonous to demons?” I asked.
“It is?” Danny asked idly.
“Yes.”
“How did you find that out?”
“There was a place I visited in hell. I won’t tell you its name. I think it’s too rude to tell an angel, but I spoke to a demon there and she told me there’s only one food left on earth that kills demons. Apparently they’ve been trying to make bees extinct forever, but the little buggers are more resilient than they look.”
Danny sat up, interested all of a sudden. “How can it be that I don’t have those memories?”
“What, of my time in hell?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been hold
