Chapter 1:57 Pandemonium, Xoxo Nyx

Alex swears I have a type. Knows it; even if I never admitted it out loud.

Claims that the only thing that ever gets my engine revving are tall, dark, and dangerous types like him.

No matter how many lectures I’ve given my vagina, or what I say to the contrary, I surrender to the passion. The power. My instant response to the sheer overwhelming command of the Incubus has nothing to do with my almost boyfriend turned brother.

I know Alex thinks it does, and so does Nicky, but that’s because neither of them know about my demon. No one does. Well, one person, whose reaction was so terrible, I never told another soul about him.

If I really trace back the steps of my ‘love’ life, it all started with him.

Jinx.

I think every girl remembers their first, and since I never had a dad to fall into that cliché of a psychosis, all I had was the man I met during Harvest Fest.

Jinx was twice my age, but the connection was instant.