Freya
I glance over at Tiffany and Asmodeus again. They are sitting in Tiffany’s living room but not on the same couch. Tiffany is looking distraught in the armchair, while her demon mate seems unhappy on the couch.
A sigh leaves my lips. “Do you think they are going to be okay?”
Bell looks over his shoulder, meeting my eyes. He is making a pasta sauce on Tiffany’s stove while Arvin’s hair is up in a bun to help him better see as he cleans her kitchen.
“I think they will be fine,” Bell says as he takes out a cutting board to chop tomatoes on.
“Really?” Arvid is currently squatting down to clean Tiffany’s kitchen cabinets. His face shows intense concentration, but he still takes a moment to look up at Bell with a bewildered expression. “Isn’t your brother evil?”
“He was,” Bell doesn’
