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I grab a fresh towel and head for my bathroom.

We've somehow become actual friends over the past couple of weeks, so when she follows me inside, I don't scream at her to get out.

Mostly because she's practically vibrating with questions.

I turn on the shower. Steam fills the room.

“Fine. Just ask.”

“Okay, so you and Damian Leeds?”

“Yes.”

“You slept with Damian Leeds? As in had sex with him?”

I step under the hot water and sigh as it hits my sore muscles.

“Yes.”

“The Jersey Devil?”

“I am aware of his species.”

“The cursed Jersey Devil?”

I poke my head around the shower curtain.

“What?”

Clarissa's eyes go enormous.

“Oh, no.”

“What do you mean, cursed?”

“You don't know?”

“Obviously not, Clarissa.”

“But wait? He didn't tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

She flutters backward and lands on the closed toilet seat.

“Well, I don't know everything. It's old supernatural gossip. Leeds family stuff.”

I turn off the water. Something cold settles in my stomach despite the steam.

“Talk.”

“The Leeds Devils aren't normal Shifters.”

“I know that.”

“Yeah, but there’s more. See, they’re not exactly like any other supernaturals either.” She twists her hands together. “They're descended from a Witch and a Demon. Old magic. Really old. And every so often, the Devil manifests in the men of the bloodline.”

That part sounds familiar enough. Damian has mentioned his family. His cousins. His grandmother.