ItwasthesamewithLucian.Hehadbecomeher"father".
Herslenderlegsslippedfrombeneaththesheets,barefeetsinkingintotheplushrug.Shecastaglancebackatthepristinewhitebedding,asiflastnight''sstrugglehadneverhappened.
Afteraquickshower,shewipedthesteamfromthemirrorandstudiedthereflectionstaringbackather:alithefigurewithskinpaleandsmoothasporcelain,curvesdelicateyetirresistiblysensual.
Reyahadneverbeenabletoexplainthethingsthathappenedtoher.Inallheryears,shehadneverencounteredanotherbeinglikeherself.Eventheterm—demon,demoness—wassomethingshehadpickedupfrombooksandmovies.
Sheknewshewasn''tlikeothergirls.
Shemustbealittlemonster.
Thatwastheonlyexplanation.
Shedriedherhair,slippedintoarobe,andsteppedontothebalconytogreettherisingsun.Aftersuchanexhaustingnight,shecravedthewarmth,neededtodrinkineverydropofwarmthshecould.
Stretchingherarmsbehindher,shetiltedherfacetothesky,eyesclosed,surrenderingtothegentlekissofsunlightandmorningbreeze.
Socomforting.
Theoldapartmentstoodonastreetnearthecitycenter,hemmedinbyotherbuildingsjustaswearyandwaitingfordemolition.Theirjagged,soot-stainedrooftopsofthesecrumblingstructureshunchedtogetherinthecrampedskyline,dwarfedbythesapphire-blueskyscrapersglitteringinthedistance,theirglassmonolithsglitteringlikegemstones.
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