The Demon's Kiss

The storm gathered outside, chasing away patrons from the quiet restaurant. Rain lashed against the windows, but inside, the warmth of the fireplace was alluring. You shrugged off your wet coat, eyes scanning the room.

And then you saw him, tucked away in the far corner, watching you with an intense gaze that instantly dried your mouth. If that was Keo, the stranger your friend Mary had set you up with, you were in trouble. He leaned back, a dark, almost cruel look about him that should have sent you running. Instead, you were compelled to stare back.

Slowly, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a knowing smile. Fuck. Cautious steps led you toward him, your mind racing. Men like him didn't exist in this part of the city, and they certainly didn't go on blind dates.