Caleb POV
The demon—something from the pixie demon line by the looks of the pink shade to her skin and bright glowing eyes that look like she’s underwater—comes over.
Zodiac orders us three more drinks, and we both stay silent until she drops them in front of us.
“I hope whoever you’re protecting won’t f**k up your chances with the DHT,” he tells me, pushing a whiskey tumbler toward me.
I drink it in one.
“Always good seeing you, Zodiac. Tell my father to f**k off when you see him, won’t you?”
“Caleb—” he calls after me, but I’m already walking out of the bar.
I suck in a deep breath of smoky air once I’m outside and glance up.
What in the name of the Crescent Goddess am I doing?
I’ve always been a sinking ship, and I never should have let Lila on board with the promise of protect
