“So, do you think it actually worked?” Maria asked.
I placed the bag of popcorn into the microwave, leaned against the counter, and gazed into the living room. Eros and Zane were sitting on the couch, talking amongst themselves. Besides the glare of the paused romance movie on the TV screen, the room was dark.
Hell, everything seemed dark since I discovered that Eros was a demon. The way his eyes shifted between a piercing green and a reflective black, the way he could turn into one of the monsters from Mom’s stories in a single moment, even the way he looked at me with that devilish smirk.
Chillingly terrifying, yet undeniably erotic.
“Hopefully,” I said. “Did Trevon seem different when he left yesterday?”
“He said he felt better.”
The microwave beeped, the scent of butter filling t
