Page 45 of How Not to Date a Demon

"You're like a cat," she announced.

Rolling his eyes, Galen didn't exactly argue, cheeks still showing pink even through his golden skin. “So, that means you aren’t super weirded out and mad?”

“Oh, I am very weirded out,” she corrected, stepping away. “And yeah, maybe a smidge pissed that you’ve been lying this whole time.” His face fell, and she felt like she’d just kicked a puppy. “But I get why you had to do it. Doesn’t mean I like it. But I get it.”

Galen nodded, though the crestfallen look melted away. “So are you ready for more?”

“You mean it’s actually time to go to Hell now that you’ve changed outfits?”

“Oh my god,” Galen groaned, tilting his head to the ceiling for patience.

Did he ask God or Lucifer for it?

“Gotta make sure you look nice for Daddy Lucifer?”

“Maeve, I swear,” he said, shaking his head.

“What? Say it. Don’t be a pus—”

Galen wrapped his arm around her waist mid-sentence, and the rest of her words were swallowed by… by whatever he did to make them leave the comfort of her apartment and…

“Are we flying?” Maeve screeched, wrapping her arms around his neck. Over his shoulder, she watched his wings flap, could feel the muscles in his body move to accommodate their weight.

“I’d say so,” Galen shouted into the wind. Asshole. She held on tighter as he flew them to their destination.

Which was Hell.

And apparently only accessible through a supernatural tunnel for flying demons.

The wind was hard against her back, so she kept her head tucked into Galen’s chest until his wings changed pace. She just felt it in the way his body moved, the way they slowed down, like when an elevator neared the correct floor.

Her skin tingled as they came to a stop, and she lifted her head. Galen was lowering them, but it was only once they landed that Maeve was able to see what was ahead of them.

An archway stretched high above them, clearly meant for giants. Glancing back over her shoulder, all she saw was darkness. In there somewhere was their apartment.

“What was that?”

Galen chuckled. “The highway to Hell.”

“I can’t stand you,” Maeve lied as she gripped his hand tight and faced forward.

With his hand wrapped around hers, Galen stepped forward. “Welcome to Hell.”

Maeve

Little sparks danced all over her skin as she walked beneath the archway, and she shivered them away.

Galen pulled them to a stop once they were inside, wide smile curled as he waved a hand out. “Well?”

Maeve’s eyes widened as she took in the endless hallway stretched out in front of her, gray walls and pristine white floors and low, ethereal lighting. And doorways. More doorways than she could count. Granted, they were huge doorways and halls to accommodate their rather—she watched as a demon disappeared through one of the openings, wings and all—large inhabitants.

“Try not to talk to anyone. I’m gonna show you around, but it’s important we stay out of the way of operations.”

“And what exactly are operations?” Maeve asked, curious. So far, no fires or lava. Just golden flying demons.

“I’m gonna show you. Stay close, okay? It’s really easy to get lost, and even harder to be found.”

Maeve gulped. Her sense of direction had always been lacking anyway.