We’ve never even brought up what happened at the club a month ago. There was no “thank you” on my part, no explanations on his, either. Just us, and that unspoken understanding.
In the dark.
I remove the pot from the burner, drain the ravioli and set it aside to cool off, and then walk up to the balcony doors to glance at the top of the building across from mine. It’s been raining nonstop since this morning, so my demon likely hasn’t come, but I still slide my eyes across the expanse of the roof. There’s nobody there.
I’m turning around when I catch movement below, on the street. A figure in a black coat, leaning on the wall by the building’s entrance, his arms crossed over his broad front. Rain is pouring down on him, soaking his hair and his outer layers as he stands there like some d
