Page 106 of Demons & Damnation

Chapter 43

For the first time in their relationship, Kyla and Dylan managed to share a bed and not have sex. After her energy draining ordeal, she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep held in a pair of strong, arms that encased her in a warm hug.

The fact those arms belonged to a bad ass werewolf made the deal even sweeter, but she wouldn’t tell Dylan that.

When she woke the next morning, refreshed and buzzing with energy, she rolled onto her side, looking down at her dog, who had slept by the side of the bed all night, and smiled. “I think he looks like a Dylan,” she said, biting her lip to stifle her smile.

Dylan shot straight up in bed. “What did you just say? You’d better not name your dog after me.”

“Why?” she asked, innocently shrugging her shoulders. “He wants my love and affection, just like you. He’s cute, I want to pet him all the time. I think it’s a good fit.”

Dylan put his hand on her shoulder and forced her to turn to face him. “Don’t you dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked down at her. “You can call him anything else but my name.”

Kyla grinned up at him. “I think it’s up to him what his name is.” She turned back to the dog and said, “What do you say, boy? Do you like the name Dylan?” The dog barked and jumped to his feet, wagging his tail eagerly. Kyla looked back at Dylan. “I think he likes it.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and then rolled out of bed. Glaring at the dog, he said, “No.”

The dog whined and sat down, his big brown eyes filling with sadness.

“You’re so mean,” Kyla said.

Dylan lifted his chin and said to the dog, “Oscar.” The dog leapt up and barked twice before spinning around in a circle. “There you go,” Dylan said, folding his arms over his chest, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “That’s his name.”

“Oscar,” Kyla said, sounding the name out. “I like it. How did you come up with it so quickly? Does it have a meaning or anything?”

“I believe it has some Irish roots that means God’s spear or champion warrior. I think he’s definitely going to be your protector when I’m not around.”

Kyla turned to look at him. “How do you know it’s meaning?”

Dylan kept quiet for a few seconds and then said, “It’s my middle name.”

“Dylan Oscar Mohun,” Kyla said. “That’s quite a nice name.” She paused for a second, then said, “Wait. Your initials spell DOM.”

He grinned. “Yes, they do. And don’t you forget it,” he said, winking at her.

Kyla giggled and dragged herself out of bed.

Around an hour later, after breakfast, feeding Oscar, and getting ready for the day, Kyla decided it was time to visit her grandparents and talk about yesterday. As Dylan drove them both towards her grandparents’ house, Kyla phoned Sam, asking her to join them there.

After she put the phone down, Dylan gave her the side eye and sighed. “What about the guys?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.

Kyla’s heart backflipped in her chest at the thought of the handsome demons. Quirking an eyebrow up at Dylan, she replied, “I didn’t expect you to ask about them.”

Dylan pulled his lips into a thin line, staring straight ahead. Seeing an entrance to a field on the left, he swung the car in and came to a stop. Turning his full attention to Kyla, he took a deep breath and said, “I need to get something off my chest. When you woke up yesterday, the first thing you said was Azazel’s name.”

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