Page 47 of My Blind Date is a Demon

“I know you said that demons can’t have children with humans,” I say calmly, trying to bridge the gap between us. “But do you have demon children? Or children at all, maybe with other supernaturals?”

“Not in the human sense of raising someone from infancy,” he says. “But there have been fledgling demons I have been…more of a mentor for who I consider my family. And there are a couple of elder demons I look up to who taught me to be the demon I am.”

“Oh, okay. That’s nice. Anyone I’ve heard of?”

He chuckles. “Perhaps. Anasazi?”

“The African trickster god?”

“Very good. I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be,” I say. “I think I saw it on a TV show.”

“He is what you would call a father to me.”

“Hmm, so are you like Loki? That doesn’t do much for making me trust you.”

Damon chuckles. “No, I’m not Loki. That’s my brother.”

I gasp, imagining Chris Hemsworth stepping out of my shower in nothing but a small towel. “So are you, like, Thor?”

Damon laughs out loud at that. I hope he couldn’t read my thoughts. “No, not exactly. Thor was, indeed, raised by Odin. Our family lines in the demon realm are not the same as they developed in human legends.”

“Well, I look forward to learning more about your world,” I say. “I’m sorry I picked a fight with you. I just… I haven’t even dated a human in a long time. And I’ve never dated a supernatural, unless you count a fling I had in high school with Adrian Cooper.”

“The werewolf Alpha?” he asks.

“One and the same.”

“Does Olivia know?” he asks, naming Adrian’s new wife, the owner of local coffee shop Jumpin’ Beans.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I haven’t told her. It totally slipped my mind until just now. I mean, she can find out. I’m not hiding anything. It was just so long ago.”

Damon slips his hand over mine, resting on the drive shaft. “Well, I forgive you. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either. Everything is just so… ‘New’ seems too mundane a word. I didn’t even know demons were real a week ago.”

“Look, this is new for me too,” Damon says. “But we will figure it out together, okay?”

“Okay,” I say.

I pull up in front of the little boutique owned by Sophia and her friends, the twins Dawn and Destiny. Sophia, Beverly Barnes’s granddaughter, sells spells and bath and body items out of an adorable and sweet-smelling shop near The Book Coven.

Damon and I walk in and the little bell over the door tinkles. Sophia sees me and waves, indicating that she is on the phone. It’s a Saturday, but it is also off-season, so the shop is empty. I take a turn around the room, trying all the samples and smelling all the candles.

“Mmhmm… Mmhmm… I see…” I’m not trying to eavesdrop, but in the quiet little store, I can overhear Sophia on the phone without trying.

“See anything you like?” I ask Damon, trying to drown Sophia out.

“Anything that smells like sulfur?” he asks.

“I don’t think ‘rotten egg’ is on Sophia’s list of ingredients,” I say.

“You are sure you followed the directions exactly?” Sophia asks. “The slightest change can… Yes. No. Right. Well, love spells can take a bit of time to work. They aren’t always instant.”

I can’t help but grimace. I feel sorry for whoever is on the other end of the line. They must be desperate. I wonder if Sophia has any spells to help me with… Well, I have such a laundry list of problems, she must have something that will help. Maybe I should ask her.

“Okay, well, it sounds like you did everything right. Just give it a few more days and let me know if there are any changes, okay? Thanks. Okay, talk to you next week. Goodbye.” Sophia lets out a long exhale and then stretches her back and neck. “Sorry about that.”

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