Jason stood in the soft morning light filtering through the half-closed curtains, watching Isabella's peaceful face. The contrast was striking: she looked so angelic in her sleep, her hair resting on her cheeks, her breathing soft and even. Yet Jason knew better.
She was no angel. Last night's events proved she was one of the craziest demons he'd ever encountered. The things she did… Damn. Women were terrifying. The thought made him smirk. And then that same conflict he had been thinking of came back to him again, making him sigh deeply.
His fingers brushed against her cheek, and she murmured something incoherent. It was tempting to stay a little longer, but he had to leave. And anyway, with this smile on her face, he was sure she would wake up happy.
