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MM Fantasy Romance. I woke up the next morning convinced I’d had some kind of psychotic break. Too much stress, too little sleep, too many episodes of Good Omens before bed. That would explain the extremely detailed hallucination about summoning a demon. Then I shuffled into my kitchen to find said demon sitting at my tiny table, eating the last of my Captain Crunch straight from the box. “Morning, sunshine,” Deus said, his mouth full of cereal. “You snore. Did you know that? Like a congested chainsaw.” I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. He was still there. The horns were less prominent today—just small bumps on his forehead—but his eyes still had that unnatural amber glow, and the tattoos covering his arms were definitely… moving. Shifting patterns of ancient symbols that rearranged themselves as I watched. “You’re still here,” I said dumbly, clutching the doorframe for support. I was wearing only boxers and an old t-shirt, and suddenly felt very exposed. “Told you. Contract.” He tossed another handful of cereal into his mouth. “By the way, your food situation is dire. Don’t you eat anything that doesn’t come from a box?” I ignored him and went straight for the coffee maker, the one functional appliance in my kitchen besides the microwave. “I need caffeine before I can deal with this.” “Already made some.” Deus nodded toward a full pot. “You’re welcome.” The coffee was perfect. Which was annoying. “So,” I said after drinking half a cup, “what exactly is this ‘favor’ you have to do for me? Because if it’s taking my soul or something, I’m going to have to pass.” Deus rolled his eyes dramatically. “Please. So cliché. We don’t want souls. What would we even do with them? Display them on a shelf?” He crunched another handful of cereal. “The favor is… complicated. I’ll know it when I see it.” “That’s convenient,” I muttered. “And how long will that take?” He shrugged those broad shoulders, making the tattoos ripple. “Could be days. Could be months. One guy in Prague, took me three years.” I choked on my coffee. “Years?!” “Relax. Based on your…” he gestured vaguely at all of me, “situation, I’m guessing it won’t take that long.” Wow. Insulted by a demon before 8 AM. New personal low. Continue reading in Kindle Unlimited. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FNK8F1WC