My Fair Monster Bait
Nick pretended to look adoringly at Gretchen, but his attention was entirely focused on the woman sitting on the other side of the hotel lobby. Or, rather, the monster who currently wore the glamour of a woman.
“Tell me again who thought it was a good idea to let an empusa demon through the door?” he asked with a smile.
Gretchen scowled. “Grace has a soft spot for a sob story.”
He let his gaze flicker briefly to the girl in front of him.
“And you don’t?”
Her scowl deepened.
Gretchen liked to pretend she had a heart of stone. But on the inside, she was just as much of a softie as her sister. Sometimes it just took an industrial jackhammer to get through the outer layers.
“Well, maybe,” he said, shifting his attention back to the demon, “someone should teach her
