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careful not to come into contact with him. “I’m done in the bathroom, if you want to take a shower. There’s soap and—”
    Aza grunted and disappeared into the bathroom. She held her breath and waited for him to ask for help. When the shower came on, the volume of her exhale surprised her. First she was annoyed with everything he didn’t understand or know about Earth and now she was irritated he knew how to do something. She made a note to ask him how he knew how to turn on the shower.
    Julia yanked the rest of the covers out from underneath the mattress—hospital corners were so constricting. The towel dropped to the floor next to the side of the bed near her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the lamp attached to the headboard. The digital clock read 2:12 AM.
    Jeez, no wonder I’m so tired.
    Her murder and all the jogging she’d done tonight was enough to exhaust even a marathon runner. She yawned and pulled the sheet over her body. As soon as she laid her head down on the pillow, her eyes drooped. A change in the ambient sound in the room made her eyes snap open. The bedside lamp still shone.
    Good! Lord!
    Aza came out of the bathroom. Naked.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    ELEVEN
     
     
    Aza’zel
     
    “You know there are more towels in the bathroom?” Julia asked.
    “I know. I used one to dry off.” Aza glanced at the floor next to the side of the bed she laid on. He knew she was naked because the clothes she’d worn were hung on the hook behind the bathroom door. He pictured her creamy skin underneath the thin bed covering. Her breasts created white mounds under the sheet. The demon licked and parted his lips. He tried conjuring up images of her as the innocent child in the meadow, but all he could think about was her rounded hips.
    No. No. No. Stupid goat.
    Blood surged below his waist and Julia’s eyes popped. His face flushed and he pivoted away from her gaze. He wanted to kick Deus’ ass the next time he saw the Creator. The state his body was in didn’t make him feel badly but his chest ached. He brushed his hand over his heart then looked down at what he was doing. He dropped his hand.
    “Um, what are you doing?”
    His breath came out in short bursts. “Noth…ing.”
    “Okay, good, because I could’ve sworn you had an erection.”
    Gaaah.
    Aza pushed his penis down but the bastard bobbed. Why wouldn’t the thing go away? He shoved hard this time; it wouldn’t stay down. He grabbed at himself, crushed his fist around the genitalia, and wound up on the floor with his hands on his groin. He coughed and nearly puked a couple of times. “Fuck!” How had he gotten on the floor so quickly?
    Julia giggled. “Did you hurt yourself there?”
    He moaned.
    “You’re so weird,” she said, shaking her head.
    Aza vowed to never mess with his testicles again no matter what was going on down there.
    She sighed. “Did that honestly hurt that much?”
    “Yes,” he groaned.
    “Well, seems like you guys make that shit up. Try having menstrual cramps or giving birth. I hear that’s some real pain…”
    She rattled on and on about the sensitive subject while Aza struggled to his knees. He managed to get over to the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on the mattress, his reddened face buried in his hands.
    “I’ve heard men have a lower threshold for pain than women. I had my throat slashed and I didn’t get all crazy and act like I was going to throw up.”
    Aza snorted. She’d obviously never experienced the kind of agony he just went through. He’d believe it if someone told him that he’d fainted.
    “Throat slit? Please. Try having your horns snapped off at the bone.”
    “Ouch, that sounds painful.”
    “It was.”
    “Always wondered what happened to them. I remember them being really short when we first met.”
    Aza lifted his head and saw Julia had laid her head back on the bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow. He finally found he could stand and