"You mattered, even when I knew you were a PD. I mean, a half-demon."

Leo and I blinked at Drio, who stood before us in a fitted navy pinstriped suit straight out of the pages of GQ. His blond hair was slicked back and his cologne had a rich gingery undertone. He could have been a cool, disaffected model off the runway, except for his jiggling foot.

Leo shot Drio a dismissive glare. "Now that you mention it, Nee, I am feeling somewhat stalked."

"Did you hear me?" ...