“Wake up.” Stolas had a hand on my chest. We were in the third colony, and despite my misgivings, he had come through the gates as a human. He dulled down his features a bit with his Demonic abilities, and we used dirt and general dishevelment to hide the rest. That and he chose to wear an oversized hooded jacket. It looked like a hunting jacket of some kind, and with a bit of banging it around on the ground, looked appropriately used. Stolas looked surprisingly good in it. His trim hips and legs were emphasized by the jeans and boots he was wearing, with the jacket showing off his broad shoulders, all while hiding his face away in shadow. I flushed hot and fanned myself whenever I caught a glimpse of a golden eye from within the hood. It was making me relive all my teenage superh
