Chapter 12: The Date

Valen’s POV

I was ill.

Clearly.

It was the only explanation as to how I had allowed myself to be talked into a…date.

And she hadn't even had to try very hard.

"No," I'd said. And had meant it.

Spending any more time with her than was absolutely necessary would not be wise. And a date was not necessary.

But her eyes had lost that excited glow and she'd pouted.

Pouted for f*cks sake.

I'd been done in by tearful hazel eyes and a f*cking pout.

"One hour," I'd backpedaled.

I couldn't remember a time in my twenty-seven years that I'd gone back on a decision I'd made.

Now, here I was, standing at the gates of the human's recreation of Hell.

“A carnival,” I gritted out.

“I saw ads for it on our way here,” Zira explained, practically bouncing on her heels in excitement. She sent me a pleased grin, and I felt the earlier ire at the discovery of our location draining rapidly.