“I actually huffed. "Do not make me result to underhanded measures."It was the wrong thing to say. He gave me a devastating smile. "Oh, I definitely wouldn't mind.”

“I actually really don't want to know," I admitted. "Up until a few seconds ago I had a lot of illusions about you being this incredible, sane guy and I'd like to keep them, but I'm not going to be satisfied until I do.""Fine then, I won't tell you."I planted my face in my palm and sighed. "It doesn't matter how crazy this is, I'm going to be thinking about it all night."He gave me a purely demonic grin. "Then I definitely won't tell you. "My eyes narrowed. "That's nothing to be proud of.""And why wouldn't I be proud of keeping a pretty girl up all night?" He chuckled and chewed on a French fry.My face and the back of my neck burned. He had to be joking. No one could say something so horrifying and then eat a French fry. Supernatural beings didn't like fast food, I was sure of it. This was all an elaborate hoax and I just hasn't picked up on it yet. It had to be, and even if it wasn't I would pretend it was. Pretend until it became true.”

“Oh yeah, I'd almost forgot. Forneus was beautiful, with purple hair, purple eyes and a smile that could probably only be described as devastating. Not that I'd ever seen such a smile, or wanted to. After watching him rot and ooze blood on top of my mom's oven in his "true" form and learning that he'd tried to drag me off to Hell, he'd lost a bit of his sex appeal.”

“Oz suddenly looked very guilty. "About that. Um, that's because I marked you last night."My smile froze on my cheeks, making my face ache. "What?"He suddenly found the half-eaten pancakes on his plate fascinating. "While you were sleeping on the couch, I rolled you over and..."The blood left my face. "What exactly does marking someone entail?""Nothing so bad. I just bit your back.""You bit me?""Yeah. I injected some venom into your bloodstream that would make you feel better around me. I like holding your hand but I didn't think it was very practical."I lifted my shirt, pulled down my pants, and almost fell over. My lower back looked...it looked..."You gave me a festering tramp stamp?" I shrieked."You don't think it's cute?”

“Oz closed his eyes and grit his teeth. For a few minutes I thought he wouldn't say anything at all, just haul me over his shoulder and lock me in the back room. I hugged Princess for protection. Claws, Princess! Start hissing! I've pet you for hours, now protect me! But she didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Groggily, she licked my chin and began to purr into my neck, as if I'd clung to her for dear life simply for her own benefit.”

“He just stared at me."Stop looking at me like that," I begged.Immediately he changed the angle at which he looked at me.I wanted to scream at him.”

“Then he was on his knees in front of me. "Come here Princess," he cooed.My pulse spiked. I wondered if I should slap him or "come here." Then I realized he was talking to the cat.”