Kiorl groaned, rolled over, opened one eye and growled.
“You didn’t answer the door.”
Kiorl bared his fangs, ears already turned back into his hair, and fumbled for furs to drag up over his head.
“Why the fuck are you here, Tobias?”
“You’re late,” the chef replied easily, as though staring down the third most powerful demon in Hell was a normal occurrence for a former human recruit. “You promised Jahke we could go out first thing. You know how he is.”
Gods… why isn’t Jahke wa