My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding
“When I woke, Dimitri was gone. He’d helped me shower before putting me to bed, and I hadn’t even gotten to enjoy it. My head pounded and the skin on my chest and arms felt tight. Diana sat by my bedside with a glass of water and a Tylenol.
She gave a slight smile. “Try this.”
I leaned up, taking them from her. “A little conventional, don’t you think?”
“Never underestimate a good pain killer.”
I looked down at my chest and arms. They were slightly pink, like I’d gotten too much sun, but they were whole. “Where’s Dimitri?”
Diana flattened me with one hand. “He’s out patrolling the grounds.”
“In his condition?” I hadn’t seen the extent of his injuries, but if he felt even a fraction of what I had, he should be in bed next to me.
He was in no shape to shift or fight.
We didn’t even know who’d wanted to kill me, or why.
Yes, I was a demon slayer, but that meant I had hundreds of enemies. How was I going to even begin to know where this attack had started?
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