A DEMON IN LOVE . . .

There was a fire inside of Darrak that had nothing to do with Hell anymore. It was a fire ignited by the auburn-haired woman who studied him intently like whatever he said next was going to be some sort of prophecy for their future together.

“Kiss me,” he said.

It appeared to be a prophecy that had immediate results. Eden drew closer, took his face between her hands, and pressed her lips against his with a kiss that would have swelled his immortal soul if he’d actually been in possession of one.