Samael leaned casually against the railing beneath the moonlight.
For the first time, she could properly see him.
The sharp outline of his jaw.
Silver curls brushing against his neck.
Long lashes.
Cruel, beautiful eyes.
Everything about him looked impossibly angelic.
Which felt deeply unfair considering he was literally a demon.
“So,” Dalila began carefully, “to what do I owe this terrifying midnight visit?”
“I wanted to talk.”
She blinked.
“Talk?”
“Yes.”
He gestured for her to come closer.
When she stopped beside him, a cigarette suddenly appeared between his claws.
Her brand.
Of course it was.
He offered it to her.
Dalila accepted automatically, slipping it between her lips.
A flame sparked at the tip of his claw and lit the cigarette effortlessly.
Mint smoke curled i
