A Demon’s Kiss
He moves to sit beside me on the couch.
I shift. "Because I'm a Demon?"
"I believe you may have the ability to sense them, to help me find them," he explains.
It's clear Kastriv knows more about Demon's than he is letting on. Nobody just trusts Demon's, considering the Religion of the Angel's is dominant throughout most Territories. Whatever he knows, he is feeding it to me slowly, trying not to overwhelm me.
Which means he is likely right about my ability to sense other's like me. I've never felt it before, however my chance of naturally crossing passes with a Demon has always been slim.