Leo picked petal fragments out of his teeth and tried to salvage his dignity. He was three weeks into his apprenticeship—the first incubus apprentice in two centuries, which sounded impressive until you realized it was because no one else had been desperate enough to apply. But Leo had his reasons. Rent, for one. The existential dread of being a twenty-two-year-old barista with no direction, for another. When the Infernal Registry had posted the position (“Entry-level dream-weaving, benefits include immortality and dental”), he’d clicked apply before common sense could catch up.
But Amy smiled. A small, surprised smile, like she hadn’t expected anyone to notice her. introducing an apprentice incubus (m)
Now he was standing in someone’s subconscious, and it was not going well. Leo picked petal fragments out of his teeth