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Oh. My. Satan. The human wants to live with demons.

With a growl, Azroth waved his hand at the wall. The doors reappeared and slammed open. “Go!” he shouted. He couldn’t deal with this right now.

Luke swallowed hard, and his voice cracked as he asked, “Leave for good?”

Azroth’s black heart clenched. Luke sounded closer to tears now than when Azroth frightened the sense out of him.

“Go to your room!” Azroth snapped. He folded his wings around his shoulders like a cloak and flopped back down in his chair.

“Thank you for the crows. I really like them.”

“Go!”

The scurry of Luke’s feet across the floor and up the stairs was the only sound he made. But it was too late. Those softly spoken words of gratitude had already created a glowing warmth within his chest that wouldn’t stop.

Luke wanted to stay.

That was unexpected, to say the least.

Not that it was a bad thing. Luke had been a perfect tenant, kind and thoughtful of everyone who lived there. He made their days far more interesting.

“So, that went well.” Ogos’s voice crawled through the room in a lazy drawl.

The library had stopped its sobbing and was humming as it returned its books to their proper shelves. Ogos was lurking somewhere in the shadows, cautious of the temper he was purposefully stoking in Azroth.

“It did. The goal was to scare him. I did that. I won.” His tone was clipped and tight as his nails dug into the arms of the chair.

“True. True. But now he knows we’re all demons.”

“Yes.”

“And he wants to stay.”

Azroth grunted. That one still baffled him.

“So,” Ogos drawled out. “What do we do now?”

Chapter 12

Let’s Help Our Pet Get Laid

AZROTH

Azroth glared at the gathering of demons in the library. Trying to call a meeting to discuss the constant state of chaos in the kitchen was like herding cats. They couldn’t be found, couldn’t listen, and just didn’t care.

But the moment he called a meeting to discuss the fate of their human roommate, suddenly everyone had a minute to spare and was all ears.

Azroth was ready to pitch them back to Hell where they belonged.

The demon stomped his way across the room and threw himself into a wingback leather chair. His elbows resting on the arms of the chairs, he steepled his fingers in front of him and took a second to glare at each of his companions. Currently, Luke was soundly asleep in his room at the top of the house and highly unlikely to wake to hear their discussion.

“You ready to admit that you couldn’t scare Luke, either?” Tog drawled. A smug grin spread across his greasy face, revealing jagged sharklike teeth.

Azroth ground his teeth together, mentally slicing the demon down the center and flipping his entire body inside-out.

In a rare moment of helpfulness, Ogos chimed in. “Actually, Azroth was quite successful in scaring Luke. I could smell his terror rolling through the halls and trickling up the stairs.”

“What?” Several of the other demons gasped.