Caleb POV
“It’s been a long time since you’ve come in here and graced us with your presence, dickhead,” the hooded stranger claims as he sits next to me on the stool.
I slide his favorite whiskey across the bar, and he lowers his hood. Zodiac—the only name I know him by—wears a red mask covering his face, and no one has ever seen it off, at least not that I’ve heard of.
I know he is some kind of demon, but f**k knows what kind. Only that he is powerful. I can sense it, just like everyone in this bar can.
Demons like Zodiac aren’t around much anymore, thanks to the Alpha of Stormfire and his distrust of them.
All I know about Zodiac is that he has black hair, pointy demon ears, soulless blue eyes, and that he can be trusted.
“Demon bars were never interesting to me. Too many demons, t
