Page 13 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Some of me has,” Julian said. “Knee still hurts. And my ribs.”

“And your wing?”

Rami asked more out of politeness than anything. They didn’t expect Julian to free them and stretch them out in Rami’s crowded home.

His wings spanned from the kitchen to the doors of his office. Without hesitation.

“Seems fine now,” Julian murmured.

“Glad to hear it. Now put them away before you break something.”

“You could just fix whatever I break,” he said, waving his hand about as if performing a bit of the magic they were privy to.

“No, actually. I’m not supposed to be frivolous with it. I’m here to study humans, not perform magic tricks,” they informed the demon, and then passed by him to go upstairs.

“Where are you going?” Julian asked, a frown in his voice.

Rami paused on the steps. “I am going to dress for the day.”

“Oh, right. You haveclients,” the demon sneered.

Resisting the urge to snap at the demon, Rami didn’t bother correcting him and continued to their room, where they gathered clothes for the day and then locked themself away in the bathroom.

At least it’s quiet in here.

But it would only be a short reprieve, they knew. How were they going to entertain the demon all day and keep him out of trouble? He was already up on his own two feet. Granted, he wasn’t very fast.

He’s like a toddler.

Rami chuckled at that. The demon, toddling around and causing chaos.

It was only their problem while Julian was here, at least. Once he was well enough on his own, the angel could go back to their regular proceedings, never to waste a moment thinking about the demon again.

With a sigh, they dressed.

Julian

Ican do this,he told himself, standing in front of the coffee pot.

In hell, it wasn’t necessary for demons to eat, especially the lower-level ones. However, Julian’s frequent trips to the human realm as a glorified postman meant he’d gotten to… cheat, every now and then.

Coffee was one of his favorite ways to cheat. He’d just never had to make it himself before.

As he stood in the angel’s tidy kitchen, staring at the little coffee maker, he told himself that it was easy.

If the angel could damned well do it, so could Julian.

But when he opened the top of the machine, there was no coffee to be seen, and his brows furrowed.

With a huff, he began pulling open cabinets until he found a bag filled with beans.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with these?

I don’t have time for this,he thought.

With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a paper cup with hot, steaming coffee inside.

“Much easier,” he said with a smirk, and turned, ready to abandon his attempts.

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