Page 4 of How Not to Date an Angel

“You said you didn’t know where else to go. So you came here, to an angel. How?”

Julian managed to wave a hand lazily before it dropped to the floor. “Felt you,” he mumbled. “All your goodness and whatnot. Knew it’d be safe.”

Rami’s cheeks flushed at the blind faith the demon clearly had in them.

A demon with blind faith. The irony was loud.

And despite the fact that this was, in fact, ademon,someone an angel like Rami shouldn’t even bother giving the time of day, they felt inclined to help.

Itwasquite a damper on their evening plans, but, well. What was Rami to do, throw the demon out? Not very likely.

His dark, wavy hair was tacky with dried blood and Rami decided they’d have to somehow get the demon upstairs in order for him to be truly clean.

“I’ll have to get you upstairs somehow, in a moment,” Rami told him. “So mentally prepare yourself for that. Where else do you hurt?”

Julian chuckled at that, and once again regretted it with a groan.

“Everywhere?” Julian guessed.

Not very helpful. Rami blew out a breath, and once the demon’s face was clear, they realized he was quite handsome. Sharp jawline and cheekbones, ruffled brows, a delightfully angled nose.

Which, of course, was just an observation, by human standards. It meant nothing.

“Did they break your wing?” Rami asked, shuddering at the thought. Who would be so cruel?

“Something definitely isn’t right,” Julian mumbled, eyes falling shut.

“Don’t—”

“Not falling asleep, just resting my eyes,” he said, cracking one eye open.

“Fine, fine. If you start snoring, I’m throwing you right back out on the street.” It was a lie. Rami was going to help this demon regardless. They were powerless not to. It just wasn’t in the fabric of their being.

“No, you won’t,” Julian responded, lips twitching.

Rami sighed and shuffled on their knees down the demon’s body, carefully lifting his hand away so Rami could get to the wound beneath.

“And why wouldn’t I?” Rami asked haughtily, as they carefully lifted the demon’s shirt.

“You’re too selfless,” Julian said.

And, well. He wasn’t wrong.

“I am an angel, after all,” Rami muttered, but that didn’t mean they were happy about all this nonsense. “I’m no doctor, so I have no idea what could be wrong beneath the surface here. You’re better off going to a hospital, where they can treat you properly.”

He could have broken ribs, which could pierce his lungs or something, and always sounded quite serious on the shows Rami had discovered on the television.

“What the hell is a human doctor going to say about me, a demon?” Julian challenged.

They winced at the sight of the mottled bruising along Julian’s right side, and guilt lanced through them. It looked painful, and Julian was right. Humans couldn’t very well treat a demon patient.

“They weren’t trying to kill me,” Julian said. “So I’ll heal up eventually. Just needed somewhere to crash.”

Thenwhatexactly was Hell trying to do to this demon, if not kill him?

“Well, I don’t run an Airbnb!” Rami reminded him.

“A what?” Julian asked.

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