Desire From Hell Page 16

  Edwin still hunted for souls with the Brotherhood once or twice a month. He had a duty to fulfill, after all. Without someone on the throne of Hell to keep the Druids from summoning them, they were still wreaking havoc. Now that I had been apart from them for several months, I fully realized just how crazy they were. It was still hard to admit. That had been my life. All of it. Until Edwin.

  He popped out of the kitchen again, a faint frown in place. "Listen, I'm not going to say I burned literally every single part of breakfast, including some of your pans, but . . ."

  I got up from the couch and walked over to him, hooking my arms over his shoulders. "The café down the street then? No Druids there," I said with a laugh. "I've checked."

  "No Druids? And breakfast streetside? In New York? With a beautiful woman?" He flashed me a wide grin. "What more could a demon ask for?"

  "Cooking lessons," I mumbled before darting for the front door. I let him catch me and pull me into a fierce kiss. Because there was nothing else in this world I would ever want more than the pleasure of Edwin's lips on mine.

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