Written for #DiabolicalDeeds
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
The caliginous interior of the bar was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting. Across from Helen, the man’s wolfish smile caused sensations throughout her body that George had failed to inspire in gods knew how long.
“So tall, dark and yummy,” she whispered, trailing a finger across his hand, “what’s your name?”
Breathing in her scent, a low growl emanated from his throat. “Calu.”
Helen laughed nervously, cacaesthesia settling over her as time seemed to slow.
“Calu,” she joked, trying to ease the tension, “Sounds like a drink.”
The demon smiled, revealing sharpened fangs. “Funny, you should mention drink.”
Word Count: 100