Josiah’s P.O.V.

There was an unwelcome sense of dread that befell me as I woke up the next morning. It certainly wasn’t something I wanted to feel when waking up after my embrace of Asmodyus. The blinding of the sunlight did not help matters as it woke me up most rudely. I groaned softly and turned away from the sun, into the feeling of Asmodyus’ chest.

“Well good morning to you too, my dear,” his voice was lower than normal. The coarseness of his morning ...