Mila maneuvered around the crowds of people, holding her drink above her head with one hand, her other hand in Lindsay's so they wouldn't lose each other in the crowd. The low bass thrummed loudly in the club, creating a vibration Mila felt with every beat. The center of the club was the dance floor with a DJ stand at one end and tables surrounding the other sides with bars behind them. Dimmed neon lights changed to the beat of the song and the dance floor was overloaded with people grinding on each other. Mila and Lindsay had been in it earlier, and while Mila usually didn't mind it, she was worried about getting germs she might then transfer to Stella, so the dancing in that crowded near clothes-on-orgy didn't last.

"It's insane tonight," Lindsay called over the music.

"It's Saturday," Mila shrugged, holding Lindsay's hand a little tighter when they passed through a more crowded section.

They arrived back at the table and Mila sank down on the rounded couch next to Lindsay. They smiled and said hi to a few coworkers that weren't there when they left to get drinks, then Mila settled back in her seat, sipping on her drink. Lindsay was the only person at the table she really talked to, the others were on the dance floor.

"Oh, so get this," Lindsay said, turning towards Mila and leaning in close so she could hear over the music. "Garret is here pining all over you."

"Ew," Mila shuddered, shaking her head. Garret was an ex that cheated on her. He wasn't even smart about it. Mila couldn't care less that he was there, except that she enjoyed making shitty people suffer. The dress was a good choice for more than one reason. Garret could pine after her all he wanted, he wasn't getting her.

"I'm only telling you because I overheard him say you're looking fine as hell and he's going to try to win you over," Lindsay warned.

Mila snorted then composed herself, sipping on her drink. "Okay. I'd like to see him try. It would be funny."

"He's too handsy though," Lindsay said, wrinkling her nose.

"A swift knee to the balls will fix that," Mila shrugged.

"Lindsay, you wanna dance?" One of their coworkers asked.

Lindsay blushed and smiled, giggling nervously. Mila rolled her eyes, biting back the smile. Lindsay was so shy when it came to guys and it was adorable.

"Th-thanks but no, I'm keeping Mila company," Lindsay said, bumping her shoulder against Mila's.

"Girl, go out there, he's cute," Mila whispered, smiling politely at the guy. "She was mistaken, I'm meeting someone, she'll dance."

"Are you sure?" Lindsay asked.

"Yes," Mila hissed. "Go. Have fun."

"Okay," she said, another blush creeping in as the guy offered his hand and Lindsay took it.

Mila watched him lead Lindsay onto the dancefloor and smiled at Lindsay's shy smile when they turned to face each other. Reaching over the table where Mila left her phone, she grabbed it and checked for any messages from Terry. She texted him earlier to ask how Stella was.

Terry: She's okay. She's been sleeping a lot but when I woke her up for meds, she seemed a lot better. I think we're going to make it through this one.

This one. That was the thing, they'd make it through this one, but maybe not the next. Sighing, Mila set her phone down and abandoned the straw so she could finish her drink faster and get another one. Marcus hadn't shown up yet, something that kind of surprised her. She really thought the picture combined with the comment about Callum would get to him.

Mila stood and made her way back towards the bar, weaving through the crowds and avoiding touching people as much as she could. She reached the bar and leaned over, catching the bartender's attention. He'd taken a pretty quick liking to her and she wasn't complaining. It meant she'd get her drinks faster.

"Back so soon, beautiful?" The bartender asked, passing by other people that were at the bar first to stop in front of her. "Same thing?"

"No, I want something different," Mila said, bracing her elbows on the bar and leaning forward, smiling at him. Her money needed to go to Stella, if she could get the bartender to give her free drinks because he thought she was hot, she'd take it. "Something fruity."

"I got this drink I make. Tastes like Cherry Starburst," he said, grabbing a bottle and flipping it up in the air. He was trying to impress her and honestly, if she wasn't distracted by Marcus, it might've worked. He was very attractive. "You wanna try it?"

"Mmm," Mila said, licking her lips, internally smirking when she saw him watch the movement. Free drinks in exchange for the way he kept looking at her tits felt perfectly fair to her. "Sounds delicious."

"It'll only take a minute," he said, offering her a smile, that again, might've worked very well on her if it weren't for Marcus.

That damn demon. He wasn't even there and he was distracting her.

"Here you go, beautiful," the bartender said, sliding it towards her. "On the house," he added with a wink before walking away.

"Thank you!" Mila called out, collecting the drink in her hands and sipping. She raised her eyebrows, surprised at how good it was. Cursing Marcus for distracting her from the possibility of a hot bartender boyfriend that could make tasty drinks for her, she turned and headed back to the tables.

She didn't make it far before she felt someone touching her arm. She glanced back, groaning internally when she saw Garret.

"Hey Mimi," he greeted, his hand curling around her arm.

"Don't touch me," Mila said, smacking his hand away and continuing on her path back to the table.

"Cold shoulder," Garret said, following alongside her. "I deserve it."

"I know," Mila shrugged, taking another sip from her drink.

"Listen, Mimi," he said, moving in front of her, blocking her path. Mila sighed and took a bigger sip of her drink. "I know I fucked up, and I'm really sorry. Let me make it up to you."

"Okay," Mila agreed.

"Okay?" He asked in surprise.

"Mhm," Mila nodded. "Give me two million dollars, buy me a mansion, send me on a vacation to The Bahamas, and while you're at it, get me the nicest dildo you can find, God knows I'll need it if I'm only getting that," she said, gesturing to his crotch. "It ain't much, sweetheart. I'll need something else to actually get myself off."

"Jesus, still as harsh as ever," Garret muttered.

"And yet, here you are, following me around," Mila sighed, brushing past him. "Stop reaching for the stars babe, you're not tall enough."

"Mila," Garret called out but she ignored him, continuing on towards the tables until there was suddenly a hard chest right in front of her eyes.

She slowly looked up, trying to fight back the smile when she saw Marcus standing there, glaring down at her. "Oh hey, I wasn't sure you were coming," Mila said innocently.

"You know where I just was?" Marcus asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Kat's," Mila shrugged.

"No, I was at a fucking library," Marcus growled.

"Library?" Mila asked, raising an eyebrow. "What for? Do you read? Do they have libraries in hell? Do demons write books??"

Marcus stepped up close to her, grabbing her jaw roughly and dipping his head down so his lips nearly touched hers. "Keep your voice down," he warned. "Don't go announcing to everyone what I am."

"Relax, it's a club, everyone's busy drinking or grinding or obsessing over how they look," Mila said, rolling her eyes. "But seriously, do demons write books? Do you have books down there?"

"Mila," Marcus growled, sending warmth right between her legs. He was still holding her jaw, still close to her, and it was making her body a mess.

"What?"

"You said Callum was going to be here."

"Yeah, and?" Mila shrugged. Actually, she knew for a fact Callum was not going to be here tonight, but Marcus didn't need to know that.

"And he was at the fucking library."

"Why did you stalk him at the library?" Mila frowned.

"You said he would be where you were," Marcus snapped.

"Well damn, Marcus, I can't control when people change their minds," she said simply, backing up so she could have enough space to sip on her drink. "Wanna try? The bartender made it special for me."

"You knew he wasn't going to be here," Marcus said, narrowing his eyes.

"I did not," Mila scoffed.

"Really?" Marcus asked doubtfully.

"Really."

"Lindsay, right?" Marcus asked, shooting out his hand, blocking Lindsay's path and catching her off-guard while he took a step back from Mila. Lindsay was on her way to get another drink while her dance partner was in the bathroom.

"What? Uh, yeah," Lindsay said, smiling shyly.

"Marcus," Marcus introduced, offering her a smile. "We were just looking for Callum, have you seen him?"

"Oh he's not coming tonight," Lindsay said with a small pout. "Remember, Mila? He said he would be at library tonight."

"Oh, remember Mila?" Marcus asked, turning his gaze back to her, the friendliness he showed Lindsay now gone.

"Ha," Mila wheezed, smiling and shrugging innocently. "I got such a bad memory. Now you mention it, I do vaguely remember hearing that."

"Vaguely remember?" Lindsay laughed, smacking Mila's arm playfully. "You're the one that asked him why he wasn't coming."

Lindsay continued on towards the bar, leaving Mila and Marcus more or less alone amongst the crowds. Mila looked up at Marcus with a timid smile and he took in a slow breath, stepping closer to her. "You trying to make me jealous?"

"Are you admitting you're jealous?" Mila countered, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm going to fucking punish you if you keep this up," Marcus warned, stepping closer.

"Why?" Mila asked, taking another step as well, their chests nearly touching. "Because you're jealous?"

Marcus inhaled deeply, battling with himself. He wasn't supposed to keep doing this with her, and now he felt even more conflicted because he knew Stella wasn't going to live, but how could he tell her that? To make it worse, the way she was dressed had his self-control slipping with no hint of even trying to come back. He stepped back, glaring at her and shaking his head.

"I'm not jealous of anything, Mila, don't flatter yourself," he said, turning towards the bar. "I'm getting a drink. Try to stay out of trouble."

His cold comment stung and Mila's usual ability to come back with a retort vanished momentarily as he walked away from her. She told that pain in her heart to fuck off as she glared at his back, wondering why all the sudden he was backing off when he was the one that was shamelessly flirting with her and initiating all their physical intimacy before.

He got in trouble with angels, Kat said. Mila wondered what for and if that was why he was in such a sour mood. She didn't care why he was, she did care that he was being a dick to her because of it. If he thought he was getting away with it, he had another thing coming.

Mila started to follow after him but then noticed Garret glaring daggers at Marcus as well. He must've seen them close together and that gave Mila an idea. If Marcus was going to pretend he didn't care about her, she'd get it out of him. He cared more than he wanted to admit and she wasn't going to let him hide it.

"Hey," Mila said, catching up to Marcus, grabbing his hand.

He turned and she wasted no time in standing on her toes and pressing her lips against his. Marcus stiffened for a moment but it didn't last. His arms wrapped around her waist possessively and he dragged her body against him, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Mila nearly whimpered at the sound that was only getting sexier to her every time but it wasn't just that. It was how warm and demanding his full lips were, moving against hers with the same desperation she felt for him.

They broke apart and although Mila was breathless, she tried to act like she wasn't. She set her hand on his chest and smiled lightly, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "Thanks for making my ex jealous, you're a sweetheart."

"What?" Marcus asked, his brows furrowing, but then he saw the man standing a few feet behind them, glaring. Marcus returned the glare, not liking the way he stared at Mila with so much desire and jealousy.

Demon glares had their benefits. The guy's eyes widened at Marcus's menacing expression and he quickly stumbled back and away from them. Marcus's intense stare fell on Mila instead. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her almost painfully as he spoke through clenched teeth. "Did you just kiss me to make someone jealous?"

Yeah idiot, you, Mila thought but she simply shrugged and went to move out of his hold but he wasn't having it. He didn't loosen his grip and he was much stronger than her.

"That's it, you're done here," he growled, grabbing her wrist and tugging her behind him as he pushed through the crowds.

"What do you mean I'm done here?" Mila scoffed. "I haven't finished my drink."

Marcus snatched the drink from her hand and tossed the entire thing, including the glass, in the trash as he dragged her towards the bathrooms.

"Dude, what the hell?" Mila snapped.

"I could say the same thing to you," he said, sending a glare at her over his shoulder. "Don't fucking use me like that. It's fucked up."

"You're one to talk about using someone, mister I'm going to fuck your tits then not speak to you for days."

Several heads snapped in their direction when Mila said that and Marcus sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before taking in a deep breath.

"What?" Mila snapped at the people staring. "Never heard of a titty fuck before? Mind your business."

"Fucking hell," Marcus groaned, tugging her away from the people until they were in a dark corner. He grabbed Mila's waist and made them invisible when no one was looking, then took to the air.

"Marcus!" Mila squealed, wrapping her legs around him. She was barely covered. She was going to freeze to death.

Marcus ignored her but held her close to him, releasing heat into her body so she wouldn't be cold as they flew away from the club and towards her apartment. The second they landed, he let her go a little more roughly than he needed to and glared down at her.

"What the fuck was that?" Marcus asked.

"Dude, you're the one that fucking flew us out of a crowded club," Mila pointed out.

"No one saw," Marcus said, narrowing his eyes. "Who was that guy?"

"My ex," Mila shrugged.

"Your ex," Marcus repeated, his fists clenching. "No."

"No?"

"No," he growled.

"What do you mean, no?" Mila asked, furrowing her brows. "Seriously, what does that mean? You want me to go back in time and not date him? I mean, I would, but I don't have a time machine so if you have one, hand it over."

"No as in no making him jealous," Marcus snapped. "No caring about what he thinks, he's your ex for a reason. And don't ever fucking use me for something like that again."

"What are you bitching about?" Mila groaned. "You're the one that wasn't convincing. Fucking terrible kisser," she scoffed, setting her hands on her hips.

"I am not," Marcus growled, taking a step towards her. "A terrible kisser, nor am I someone you can just use for whatever the fuck you want."

"You are the world's biggest baby, you know that?" Mila said, raising an eyebrow. "Like, dude, get the fuck over yourself. And you are a terrible kisser. I've got firsthand experience now so there's no point in denying it."

"I didn't know you were going to use me to make some idiot jealous," Marcus snapped, balling his fists. "I wasn't ready. You just grabbed me and planted one on me, what the fuck did you expect?"

"I expected a demon to be more seductive, honestly," Mila shrugged, picking at her nails. "Come on, dude, even I can make a kiss good even if I am caught off guard."

"You want me to prove how wrong you are?" Marcus asked, stepping closer, until they were almost touching.

Mila stared up at him, wondering why the hell it was he was especially attractive when his eyes started to glow red. "I would love for you to prove it," she said, stepping towards him, their chests brushing against each other as she looked up at him in a challenge. "But there's clearly nothing to prove and I don't waste my time. So unless you're hiding some hidden talent then you can go fuck-"

She was interrupted by Marcus grabbing her and crashing his lips down on hers. She elicited a sound of surprise and he took that opportunity to snake his tongue between her lips, earning a small moan from her before he broke the kiss.

Mila took a moment to compose herself before looking up at him defiantly. "You call that a kiss?" She scoffed. "That was terrible. This is how you kiss," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to hers. Marcus groaned as she backed him against the wall, her tongue teasing his. They broke apart again, panting.

"That was bullshit," he panted, narrowing his eyes at her. "This is how it's done," he said, grabbing her and turning them, pushing her up against the wall and kissing her. Mila moaned softly when his tongue pushed between her lips, when his hands slid down from her face to her hips, pulling her against him. He slid his hands down to her ass and lifted her up, groaning when she wrapped her legs around him.

"I'm not a terrible kisser," he growled, biting down on her lower lip and dragging his teeth off, making Mila whimper.

"Fine," Mila panted, licking her lips. "But I doubt you have skills in any other regard," she said, tightening her legs around him and rolling into him, making him moan. "I'm not impressed," she said, trying to hold back her own moan at the feel of his hardness pressed against her.

Marcus narrowed his eyes at her and brought a hand up, tangling his hand in her hair and tugging on it so she was looking up at him. "You're asking for it, Mila," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I could have you moaning my name and begging for more in seconds," he said, squeezing her ass and rubbing himself against her. Mila inhaled sharply and let out an involuntary whimper, craving to be closer to him, with nothing in the way.

"You're all talk," she said breathlessly. "All talk, no action. You talk too much," she said, looking up at him with darkened eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Marcus growled, planting another hard kiss on her lips, pinning her to the wall with his body as his hands slid down lower on her ass, fingers curling around her inner thighs and getting dangerously close to where she was already wet for him. "You're going to eat those words, Mila," he said against her lips, pushing off the wall and carrying her towards the bedroom. "You're going to eat them while I fuck you so good you scream my name."