Miles: I had to convince her that I loved her the same – in a demons body – and she loved me.

In my last unedited snippet, our heroine Steele discovered that her lover is a demon. Naturally, she can’t quite believe it. This picks up where I left off last week.

Poor Miles. He’s gonna have a helluva time convincing his lady that despite the change in skin color – primary colors make for a special kind of diversity! – he’s just the same. His love is just as true.

Enjoy!

XOXO,

SS

“Darling,” it said.

Steele rolled to the other side of the bed, her feet hitting the floor with a thud. Her hand was already on the doorknob when it spoke again.

“Darling, don’t go. It’s me, it’s Miles.”

Her heart was beating out of her chest, adrenaline surging for the run, but something made her stop, turn and look. Yup, still red as hell. What the fuck? She should be running for her life. Why wasn’t she running?

“I know it’s startling,” he soothed.

“What the fuck is going on?” She asked, and he grimaced at her tone. This was probably how she sounded right before she pulled the trigger.

“I’m a demon.”

She stared.

He waited.

She continued to stare.

He moved toward her, one hand outstretched.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move another step.”

He stopped, hands falling reluctantly to his sides.

She began another physical inventory. His skin was a rich, vibrant red, but while the hair was black the haircut was the same. The general face and body shape was the same, so were the eyes, but – “How is this possible?”

“I’m a demon,” he repeated.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means, I’m not human. My mother and father were not born on this planet. I’m a demon.”

There was a marked pause. “A demon,” she repeated. “Not human,” she whispered. “Demons are paranormal creatures from hell. Are you, damned?”

“I am not from hell. I’m more like, a foreigner. An alien. My people come from a planet called Garhine. The myth that demons come from hell is fiction, my girl. I am not damned, and as far as I know God has not forsaken me.”

She pinched her arm. “Ouch!”

He grinned. “You are not dreaming, Eva. I’m real.”

“What the fuck?” she repeated.

Slowly he began to walk toward her, hands up in an “I come in peace” gesture. He was saddened that her next thought was for her gun. But he did not let that deter him. He’d been waiting for this moment. He had to handle this right. She had to accept him.

“Darling,” he whispered, slowly laying his hand over hers on the door knob. She was as tense and stiff as petrified wood. “I’m still Miles.”

She scoffed, and he grinned.

“Okay, okay. But it’s true. I am still Miles, I just look different. Please, sit down. Let me explain. I won’t hurt you, I would never hurt you.”

He had to pull hard to get her away from the door. But eventually she let him to lead her to the bed. She sat, reluctantly, freezing as he slowly sat beside her.

“I’m a demon,” he repeated. “The blonde, white man you know is my disguise. This is my true form. I was born here on Earth, but my parents and my two older brothers were born on Garhine. We came to Australia for sanctuary. My mother is of royal blood, and there was a coup when her father died.

“A cousin objected to her ascending the thrown, and he tried several times to have her assassinated. So, my grandfather’s advisors spirited her away for her own safety. They advised her to wait to take her rightful place. To let my cousin dig his own political grave so to speak.

“They thought he would ruin the kingdom. But he did not. Our people prospered under his rule, and time passed. My mother and father have been happy in Australia. Our family has also prospered. My mother had two more sons.” He paused.

“Go on.”

“That’s it.”

“That’s not it.”

“Well, no, but I’d rather not go into my family history right now. I just want you to know who I am.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he repeated. “Because I love you, and I want to be honest with you. I want to marry you. You are my mate.”

“You love me.”

“Yes, my girl.”

“You want to marry me?”

“I do.”

“You’ve known me a few weeks.”

He laughed softly. “It took far less than that. I loved you the moment I saw you sleeping at your cousin’s party.”

Her brows rose. “That’s right,” she said quietly. “Tommy told me you were there.”

They stared at each other, her eyes running all over him.

“I don’t know what to say,” she admitted. “This makes no sense. It’s not real. It can’t be,” she whispered.

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