Chapter 90

An awkward silence fell, because having the devil in the one place I considered home tipped everything on its side and made it feel foreign. This was my oasis. These were my vamps. The devil had wanted to take it all away from me because he didn't understand the word no, one of the most important words ever. That was a shitty thing for him to do, and I would never forgive him for it. But as I sat on the couch and faced him, took in the steel columns of his legs, the impressive width of his shoulders underneath his leather jacket, his ridiculously gorgeous...everything, I had to wonder why he hadn't forced someone else into marriage. Someone better, someone who didn't kill their bosses, lock people up in the woodshed, and who were smart enough to wear a coat outside to cover up their jutting nipples.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Spit it out. Let's get this over with."