Thirty-Eight

I leaned against the opening to the foyer. Smiling to myself at the small win of being able to use the room again and to see more in it than just the place where I had found my parents' bodies.

Instead, I got to focus on the brooding male who made my heart beat a little faster each time I saw him.

My hair fluttered across my shoulder blades where it hung down from my ponytail. The air pumping through the room was a welcoming breeze from the summer heat that seemed to warm the house despite the air conditioning.

It was rare that he let me see him in his true form. The fact that not only was he stretching his wings in front of me but that he had his horns out, told me that he was more bothered than I thought.

"You were making me food?" I asked in a small voice, hoping to not ruin the beautiful moment. It was so thoughtful of him and romantic to try to cook for me, knowing that I could not cook and was eating the same meals over and over again every day.

Demetri titled his head up to loo