Jackson sat at the base of the large stone statue, drawing.
I laughed and walked over to him. "Good morning," I said.
He smiled up at me. He'd been drawing a simple sketch of the front of the high school building. "Morning," he said.
I squinted up at the stone statue. "Is this really what you look like?"
He set his drawing aside and stood up. He brought his finger to his chin, studying the demon statue's features. "What? Not sexy enough for you?"
I laughed and ran my hand along the cool stone. A large crack had spread up the side of the demon's body, and I ran my finger along the rift. "Oh no," I said. "You're broken."
Jackson placed his hand over mine. I felt a rush of energy flow through me, and I gasped. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. So pure and perfectly focused. The crack disappeared from view, hidden deep inside the stone.
I looked at him over my shoulder, his piercing green eyes full of mischief.
"No," he said. The warmth of his breath on my cheek made me shiver. "I'm finally whole."
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Bitter Demons
ParanormalBook 3 of the Shadow Demons Saga: So far, life in Peachville has been tough for Harper Madison. She's survived attacks on her life, learned how to control her magic, and met the most gorgeous boy - who also happens to be a demon. After her latest st...
