“It’s illegal, you know,” he murmurs. “Stealing.” I clear my throat. “Stealing?” “My heart. I could have you arrested.” I snort. “For… — Eliza Crewe Armand Copy Share Image
“Maybe the problem is that demons belong with demons. Because they’re both takers. One takes from the other but she doesn’t miss… — Eliza Crewe Armand Copy Share Image
“That’s what I get for playing with fire,” he grumbles, rubbing his head. It can’t hurt too badly – his head is… — Eliza Crewe Armand Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would… — Eliza Crewe Armand Copy Share Image
“I laugh. “How exactly do you see this…” I wave between the two of us, unable to come up with a descriptor… — Eliza Crewe Armand Copy Share Image
