I tapped into some of my demon's power, warming myself internally as Liam and I stepped out into the crisp January night. I didn't really need his arm around my shoulders, but I wasn't complaining. In fact, as we crossed the street back to Harvard Yard, I felt myself warming in other ways that had nothing to do with magic.

Unless hormones are magical.

This might work out after all. Once I managed to get out of my own way and stop being such a freakazoid about the ...