Date = 8 November
Another day. Another secret.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
The devil also needs a home.
POV - Melaena
I’ve never been to Satan’s lair … aka Damion’s place.
Not once.
Never been invited. Never allowed. Never even accidentally wandered in while drunk and confused.
Okay, fine, he’s only been living on his own for about two years, and I was gone for one of those, but still. Details.
So imagine my shock when we pull up, and I realize Satan apparently hired an architect. And maybe an exorcist with excellent taste.
I stop dead in my tracks and just … stare. In awe.
The house is a breathtakingly beautiful two-story — mainly constructed of limestone, with lots of glass, separated by iron and wood — all stacked together in a way that feels deliberate and powerfu
