Sirens and Other Daemon Lovers

She opened the door and helped him to lie down. A bowl of stars hung over him, diamond-edged and painfully clear. He said, “You know, maybe you could do that thing with me, later.”

“What?” Lilith closed the door.

“You know. That thing with the wall. Watch out for my neck, though.”

“Bailey, you four-star schmuck. You sickest of puppies. Shut up, I’m taking you to the emergency room.”

He laughed. The floor of heaven was thick inlaid with patins of bright gold, and March was a lifetime away.

Heat Melissa Lee Shaw