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 ...