Interlude
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the woman who lived across the street. On the surface, she seemed friendly…but not too friendly, not in a way that might have spelled trouble in the future. Unlike his fellow demons, Beelzebub had absolutely no interest in forming a relationship with a human being. Just the mere thought of the sort of intimacies he might be expected to share if involved in such an association made him shudder slightly.
But, he reflected as he went back toward the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, it seemed that Jillian Torres had no more interest in such a thing than he did himself. Although he’d been exiled to Earth for less than twenty-four hours, he’d been here long enough to learn that human females found this form he wore attractive enough — at any
