~LENORA'S POV
"Do I know you?" I asked before I could stop myself.
His lips curved into a cocky smile. "You might. I'm quite famous actually."
Zephyr made a low sound of annoyance against my chest but did not lift his head.
Lucian, who had remained on the couch, shook his head faintly. "He rarely stays in the demon realm," he explained. "He spends most of his time in the human world."
I continued staring at the stranger, a strange flicker of familiarity stirring somewhere at the back of my mind.
It was not his face alone, but the careless way he carried himself, as if every space he entered already belonged to him.
For a second I could almost hear music, feel the press of bodies and flashing lights, the distant echo of voices screaming over one another in excitement.
My eyes widened slightly. "Are you some sort of celebrity? I could've sworn I've seen you somewhere— not here, maybe somewhere back home?"
