9- Because Demons Don’t Understand Personal Space or Boundaries

OZ

“So…” I start, drawing out the word as I lean back against the armrest.

“Now what? Shall we go to bed?” I ask, letting the question hang in the air. I can’t help myself, I layer the words thick with implication. Kacia instantly looks away. Her cheeks flush a soft, unmistakable pink, and she ...