Mithros woke with his arms wrapped around Samael’s broad back, mind heavy and content. He nuzzled between his husband’s shoulder blades, reveling in the way that Samael’s demon body cooled itself against the oppressive, sticky heat that accompanied summer in their realm. He was wondering why he’d woken while Samael was so soundly asleep when he heard a soft noise behind him. Carefully, he disentangled from Samael and rolled over to see Aren...