Accidentally Married To A Demon - Mila Young Page 0,17

me to do my research before doing any spells. Guess, the theory applied here too.

Out of the blue, he pulled away and walked into the living room as he asked, "Do you talk to yourself often? I’ve heard you do it often."

I turned to find the knife was still on the chopping board behind me, and it took me moments to stop shaking and collect myself.

If Dr. Jerkll and Mr. Hyde wanted to play house mates, then I’d go along until I worked out how to get out of here.

I picked up the knife and finished chopping the chives and moved over to the peppers, cutting them up in smooth, practiced motions.

Rog sat at the table, seeming to wait for my response.

"A journalist like me needs to hear her own words aloud sometimes, since they can be a little difficult to hear on paper."

"A journalist like you," he whispered. "I never expected to find myself bound to a witch that abandoned her heritage."

"You mean tricked into being so-called married. And you shouldn't be that surprised." I turned my attention over to the stove, putting the pan on and lighting the flame up.

I tilted my head, cutting the slices of bacon and sausage up smoothly before adding them to the pan, sensing him watching me.

It was a little too easy to forget what he looked like on the inside with that lean, powerful exterior. Those stunning eyes. Strong jawline dusted with growth. Tall, dark and dangerous, and he left me more than tempted. Despite thousands of years of study, there was still very little known about demons, and even less about blood demons. Which explained why Aunt Moira was so interested in studying him, although if I had to guess, he was probably just as interested in studying me with the way he eyed me.

"You're weird in a whole bunch of ways, Rog." I put a little more emphasis than was needed in his name as I added the peppers to the pan, letting them soak up the oil that was collecting on it.

"What's the first that comes to mind?"

"The fact that you need to trick a woman into signing a contract to make her marry you is the perfect front runner." Once the peppers and meats were sufficiently cooked, I added the eggs, slowly letting them fill up the bottom of the pan, impatiently waiting for his response. I applauded myself internally at how controlled I was in this situation.

"Not as odd as you might think. There was a time where marriage contracts were the norm, and the woman very rarely had any say at all."

"Only for the upper classes," I reminded him, slowly churning the eggs. "But then you would know that. You were there for it." There was something strange about talking about this so casually. Back in New York, I blew our lightbulbs in my place at least every few days from anxiety, and here, barely a flicker of lights during all these events.

He nodded. "And I entered into a similar contract with your aunt. In fact, part of the deal was that I would cook her dinner every day, and pair it with a wine grown from this very land. How would you feel about that?"

I frowned, blinking at him. "Are you trying to sweet talk the fact that you tricked me? Makes me wonder what else of yourself you'll put into it," I wondered, finishing with the omelet as it started to fall apart, just like it always did, and I poured the messy yet delicious remains into a plate, adding salt, pepper and the chives.

Not something to present at a five-star diner, but good enough for me.

"No more tricks, I give you my word. What else could I trick you with anyways?"

"That's the question." I picked up my plate of eggs and a fork. "I'm going to explore the house. Feel free to make me some dinner if you like. And pair it with some wine. O-Negative, if you've got it. I could use me a universal donor."

"I'm not a vampire."

"Yeah, blood demon. Big fucking difference," I called back, heading up the stairs.

There were three bedrooms up there, and from the looks of it, they all had their own bathrooms. Odd for this sort of farmhouse. I remembered growing up in a couple. One didn't even have a bathroom inside, we had to head to the outhouse every time we needed to go.

I scooped food into my mouth, finishing it in record time and