Maybe they have a certain essence they give off. Lord knows we deal with plenty of scum that might have a demon attached to them.”

“That could be it,” I half-heartedly agreed.

I didn’t believe it, but the doorbell rang and put further conversation on pause.

“Want me to get that?”

“It’s a date, not my prom.” I cringed as soon as the words left my mouth.

“Ha!” Sigmund clenched his fist triumphantly and beat me to the bedroom doorway. “I knew it was a date.”

I rolled my eyes and left the bedside lamp on as I followed him out. Sigmund had the door opened by the time I rounded the bend at the top of steps and motioned for Lachlan to step inside.

He wore a black tuxedo with a wh...

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