Chapter 15 : A Proposal

Nadya's POV "You…want to fuck me?" I wasn't going to pretend I was sober enough to deal with this bullshit. Jonathan was screaming tiny expletives at me in languages I was pretty sure weren't real at the bottom of the glass he was floating in. If you had told me a week ago every demon and angel I'd met so far had wanted to fuck me in some form or another, I would have pissed myself laughing. I then would have calmly asked if you were alright in the head. It wasn't as though I was an ugly woman. I was just…larger than most. In all ways that seemed to intimidate men who weren't battle-hardened Templari. In the day of dating apps and carefully curated social media feeds, I'd slipped through the cracks of a bygone time. I tried to keep up, and I did! But it's really hard to have any type of ability to binge shows or check out the latest thing when I was miles underground in strange Byzantine crypts battling all manner of beasties. There was a series on Netflix I had saved on my list