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“Izzy?” His voice slid through three octaves. “What are you doing here?” “What the...?” I said at the same time, drawing out the words with fed-up exhaustion. I wasn’t too tired to note that, in addition to his sinful physique, the man now sported horns a shade of red darker than his hair. They sprouted just above his ears, then curved back, following the contours of his head before twisting out and up a little. Also… he had wings. Large, blood-red wings clung to his back, currently folded up. Given the day I’d had, and how drained I was, I just accepted this new version of the man. But what I couldn’t accept was the fact that he’d been the one who’d gotten me stuck here. I stepped in and slapped him, hard. My palm stung. I didn’t care. “This is your fault!” I shouted in response to his initial question. “You turned me in to the supernatural authorities. Don’t deny it! Now I’m stuck in this world because of you.” “No, I meant here, in my room,” he said, raising a hand to his cheek. His room…? No, my room. Wait… No… Please no. A part of me had hoped he was a friend of my roommate, but… nope, my horrible luck was holding strong. He was my roommate! “My room now. Only room left. You only have yourself to blame,” I said with a devilish grin. Though with his horns and wings, he looked far more like a devil. He just needed a tail. I checked. No tail. But that rear! I wanted to hate him, but my body had different intentions, warming as my gaze dragged over his lean form. All those muscles… Bad mind! We’re mad at him. Don’t you dare get flustered! But flustered I got, warmth sweeping up to give me full body flush.