First, and most importantly, there was absolutely zero sign of a tail. He wore a skintight pair of black boxer briefs that would have made it very apparent if he did. Instead, they hugged a round, perfectly buff ass that would put Henry Cavill’s to shame.

Second, it became very clear that Asmodeus had the most magnificent body I had ever seen in my life. This fact was made even more apparent by the way rivulets of water trailed down his skin. It was difficult not to stare.

And finally, it was impossible not to notice the way he’d rushed in to save me within seconds of my scream. A growl shook through his body, and his fisted hands made him look like he was ready to rip apart the entire world.

“The bastard,” he breathed as he stalked toward the window.

Oh right. The note. The serial killer who wanted me dead. I’d almost forgotten. My mouth went dry.

“Um, so,” I said, clearing my throat nervously. He was practically naked in my bedroom, brimming with pure, unbridled demon energy. And it was trying to suck me in. “How easy would it be for him to get inside this apartment? Should I be worried about him, like, teleporting in here while I’m asleep?”

He turned and regarded me for a moment. “Normally, I would say no. These walls are warded against most magical attacks. But we’ve never understood this killer’s powers. It might be best if you stay in my room tonight.”

I swallowed and took a step back. “I’m sorry. Did you say…did you say your room?”

The room he’d locked me out of? The room where Az himself slept? Um…

“You’re not staying in here.” Az grabbed my suitcase and motioned for me to follow. “He knows where you are. If he wants to get to you, he’ll have to go through me.”

17

I stood just beyond the open door, shifting on my bare feet. On the way, I’d grabbed the fluffy robe, but other than that, I wore nothing but my soaked bra and panties. And now I was supposed to climb into bed with Az.

He’d carried my duffel bag inside and was tossing clothes into a hamper beside the open closet door. Inside, there were rows of dark, pristine suits, along with a dozen t-shirts in various shades of grey. The curtains were closed, just like the last time I’d seen them, blocking out the city.

Other than that, the room looked…normal. I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d been trying to keep me out of it.

He slammed the lid on his hamper and turned to me. “What are you waiting for?”

“I mean…do you really think this is a good idea?”

Frowning, he grabbed a pillow from the floor and tossed it onto the bed. “Why wouldn’t it be?”