It was such a human thing to say that Leo almost laughed. Darith had been mortal once, a very long time ago. He never talked about it, but sometimes it leaked through—a turn of phrase, a flicker of something tired behind his eyes. Leo had read the old case files. The demonic reputation was mostly marketing. Incubi were just people who’d taken a very strange career path.
It was better.
Leo had practiced the form for hours. Tall, but not threatening. Good jawline, kind eyes, a smile that suggested he found her fascinating. He’d rehearsed his opening line in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment until his roommate banged on the wall and told him to shut up. introducing an apprentice incubus (m)
