Bittersweet Magic

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The sharp tang of sulfur burned her nostrils as a portal opened, and Asmodai materialized right in front of her sofa.

Roz gave a squeak and a jump and spilled her drink.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” She licked scotch from her fingers then took a huge gulp while she gave him a quick once-over. After nearly thirty years, he still looked exactly the same.

Or maybe not.

She peered closer. He was smiling. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him smile before.

Tonight, he was in his human guise. Roz had seen him as both human and demon, and while neither was particularly comforting, at least in this form she could allow herself a small measure of self-delusion. Kid herself she wasn’t entertaining a demon from the Abyss in her living room.

He was tall, with midnight dark hair pulled into a ponytail and equally dark eyes, stunningly good-looking if you went for the total alpha male look—which strangely she did. Though this particular alpha male no longer had any effect on her hormones—thank God.

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