Chapter 380

"You mattered, even when I knew you were a PD. I mean, a half-demon."

Leo and I blinked at Drio, who stood before us in a fitted navy pinstriped suit straight out of the pages of GQ. His blond hair was slicked back and his cologne had a rich gingery undertone. He could have been a cool, disaffected model off the runway, except for his jiggling foot.

Leo shot Drio a dismissive glare. "Now that you mention it, Nee, I am feeling somewhat stalked."

"Did you hear me?" he said.

"Do you want a medal?" she said to him.

He pulled at his collar. "I was losing Asha. Everything I swore to remember, her voice, her scent, it was gone, but I remembered everything about you and I hated myself for it."

Inwardly, I groaned. It was heartbreaking about Asha, but he couldn't have phrased his feelings for Leo worse if he'd scripted it.

Leo didn't bother keeping her disgust to herself. "You won't have to remember anything about me anymore."