Charlie scoffed as yet another girl wandered over to chat with her girlfriend. She seriously considered marching over and telling the woman to fuck off and find something more productive to do with her life. And really, she could—being the daughter of the King of Hell came with certain perks.

But she didn’t. Not with you standing there. You’d never approve of something like that. You were too… soft-hearted. Gentle in a way that made Charlie question if she’d ever truly understood kindness before. You were so damn pure, and she was helplessly in love with it.

“Sunshine!” she called, brushing the girl’s arm off you with a sharp flick and stepping in to wrap her arms snugly around your waist. “We’ve gotta get going. The hotel’s probably filling up by now, and the owner and co-owner should be there, don’t you think?”

She smiled, but her tone was tight. She wanted out of this hellhole (pun intended), and fast.