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“You can stay outside,” Sam said to Griffin. “You go in,” he said to me.

I was about to thank him for putting work into sheltering me when his lips turned up in a sneer and he pointed to the sign above the door, which read:Dog House.

My jaw clenched, but I was too tired to argue. “I guess that means you won’t be coming inside either, then,” I said.

“Of course not,” he said. “Too long in close quarters and you’ll get ideas that are bad for both of us. I guarantee it.”

“Don’t count on it,” I shot back, though the truth was I already wanted him. “Egotistical jerk.”

His eyes ran over me, and it was hard not to be turned on by the sheer force of such attention from such a gorgeous man.

“I don’t want you,” I spat.

“Your expression says the opposite,” he retorted. “So do your underwear, probably.”

My jaw dropped, and Griffin stepped forward, swinging a punch at Sam.

I gasped, wondering what would happen, but Sam dodged to the side easily, looking at Griffin as if to ask if he was crazy.

“So you do want to die,” Sam said, reaching for his sword.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Griffin said. “And don’t harass her. You’ll have to kill me if you do.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Sam spat back.

“Both of you, just stop,” I yelled at them. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on. But I don’t care what that guy says to me, and I don’t need you defending me, Griffin.” I swallowed. “I barely know either of you, and I just found out I’m a demon. So I’m going to rest and hope this is all just a dream when I wake up.”

The men just watched me in stunned silence as I walked into the doghouse, a comfy bed awaiting me on the right side.

Curling up on it, I didn’t care that Sam had labeled it a doghouse or taunted me. I wasn’t worried about minotaurs or being beyond the veil.

Even though the world was different than I had ever expected, as I drifted to sleep, I had never felt so safe.

Hopefully, I wouldn’t wake up to havoc.

12

I woke up with the sticky, hazy, tired feeling of sleeping during the day.

A cool breeze blew through the cracks in the small house, bringing with it air scented like exotic wildflowers. Running water babbled nearby, bringing everything back to me.

We’d flown through the veil, and I now had an ally and “mount.”

I would never let someone ride my wolf form, so I was a little surprised by how willing Griffin was.

Looking around the tiny house, small enough to almost be a dollhouse, I wondered why Sam hadn’t made it bigger.

And what did he mean by if I stayed in close quarters, I would get ideas that were bad for the both of us? The hell?

I had some self-control. I’d said no to every alpha that had tried.

No man could compete with the fictional characters in my books.

But I had to admit that something in my body got excited at just the thought of seeing Sam again.

That handsome face, the wicked glint in those eyes, that incredible body…

Something in me liked him. Had since I first saw him.

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