Elijah tapped on the line written in Latin. "Ex morte vita oritur."
"The only 'Ex' I know is none." The teen grinned, still sprawled across the bed as if it were his throne. "I don't just date anyone, you know. I am such a good catch."
His smile was disarmingly pure, the kind of smile one expected from someone untouched by sin.
Elijah might have believed it—if not for the lust demon that used to curl around Alexei's aura, fattened to the brim.
The boy didn't even do anything to sate it. His very nature was indulgence enough, leaking temptation like a scent in the air.
Alexei could have kept it well-fed for days or even months without noticing a thing out of place.
Then again, they do say, 'Satan was the most beautiful angel before he turned into a living temptation of sin.'
"You got something to say?" Alexei prodded as he stretched lazily. His white shirt had ridden off, showing the deep curve of his mermaid lines. "Come on, out with it."
