Tiffany
Even though I know in my heart and soul that I’m speaking to a demon, part of me doesn’t care. Bell is a nice mate to Freya—perhaps mine can be a respectful mate as well? My family always warned me about demons; even my grandma feared them, but what if all demons aren’t bad?
My curiosity gets the best of me. “Show yourself.”
Immediately, I hear someone walking down the stairs, and my breath hitches when a pair of yellow eyes meet mine. Asmodeus—I’m assuming this is him—is breathtaking to look at. Less manly than Bell, but oh so goddamn beautiful. The man could be a model!
His hair is light pink, and his skin is peachy—like he has been out in the sun. Small freckles cover his nose, and I let my eyes trail down his neck to his broad shoulders, which are covered by a crisp white
