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I ignore it.

Then the diner's front door opens.

Cinnamon.

Honey.

My entire body locks. I don't even have to turn around.

Belinda.

My wings flare.

My Devil surges so hard my vision burns red.

Across the table, Owen slowly smiles.

“Or,” he murmurs, “you could keep pretending that's normal.”

I turn. Belinda stands inside the Crescent Moon Diner, and she’s holding a pink bakery box.

Her eyes find mine immediately.

And she smiles.

Fuck.

She walks towards me.

Mine.

This time, I don't bother telling my Devil to shut up.

Chapter 9

Belinda

I did it.

I actually freaking did it.

Bell’s Books, Bed & Breakfast is fully booked for our grand opening on Halloween.

Every room.

Booked.

I stare at the reservation list on my laptop for another ten seconds, just in case the names magically disappear.

They don’t.

A laugh bubbles out of me.

“I did it!”

Sparky looks up from the sofa, unimpressed.

“Do you understand what this means?”