Glancing down at the ensemble I threw together, I shrugged. Clashing colors. Tide-dyed flip-flops looked truly ridiculous. Did I care?

Not really.

“You left me on the beach,” I said, crossing my arms, maintaining a steely gaze.

“And?” Asmodeus said, turning to the bar, a tumbler of an amber liquid sitting on the counter. He gracefully lifted the rocks glass to his lips.

I watched him take a deep gulp of the bourbon. I tried not to look at ...