Chapter 16 : A Well Of Deceit
Nadya's POV
"Oh, will you stop giving me such a sour damn look!? Christ, I'm not going to rape you, so stop lookin' at me like I might!"
"Sorry if you don't get my vote of confidence for being an honest man." I was curled up on my couch, wearing a new set of pajamas, trying and failing to be okay with a demon in my apartment.
I was wearing a ratty t-shirt with a peeling Scooby-Doo on the front and a pair of fleece bottoms that had gingerbread men running around on them. Cup of hot chocolate in my favorite mug—a simple black cup that said "Blow Me…I'm Hot"—clutched in my palms. My hair curled up into a haphazard bun, that was neither fashionable nor flattering, but very convenient.
If we were going to have sex to save Jonathan, then I wanted to make the experience as uncomfortable as possible out of principle…and also out of spite. But not before I was one hundred percent sober. Needed to make sure I didn't do anything supremely stupid, like sign my soul away in the throes of
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