“THANKS FOR COMING,” Kissera greeted Charouth as the angel touched down on the terrace.
Charouth nodded once in acknowledgment, but said nothing. She was so different from Lucifer. Where he was bright, bubbly, and charismatic, Charouth was dark, moody, and wore a constant resting b***h face even when she wasn't resting.
The icy angel warmed a bit as she settled on a large floor cushion. On a low table next to her was a large decanter of Malort and several glasses. Kissera allowed herself a small smile.
Charouth uncorked the Malort and sniffed. “Not bad.”
“Glad you like it. Only the best when I'm wooing someone.”
“I'm not gonna f**k you.”
“Don't flatter yourself. You're not my type, but I'll try anything once.”
“You sound like Luc.”
“Perhaps. We've been spending a lot of time toge
