Duke wrinkled his nose. “Did someone name him after turkey giblets?”
“Dunno.” Nat pushed away the sick feeling that thoughts of Giblin always gave him. Instead, he studied Duke.
Duke had pale golden eyes, nothing like Wanda’s blue ones. She hadn’t gotten her eyes from Nat, either—Nat’s were brown.
So Duke wasn’t the alpha that Nat had spent a drunken night with—Duke didn’t seem like that sort of person anyway.
It was still disappointing, though.
“What are you?” Nat asked. “I mean, what species.”
Duke blinked. “I don’t usually disclose that. Most people aren’t fans of demons.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
Demons sometimes had a bad rep. Like the one Nat had slept with. But Duke seemed like a decent person, and one of Nat’s new friends, Liem, had a demon for a mate.
“You don’t look like a demon,” Nat said.
Duke huffed, his mouth twitching. “Glamour.”
Whatdidhe look like beneath the glamour? That was something Nat couldn’t ask—it wasn’t his place to. “Oh,” Nat said lamely. “Well, I don’t have anything against demons. You’ve been nothing but good to me.”
“Good to know.” Duke smiled. “Sometimes I’m not very nice.”
Nat shrugged. “I think the world is made up of shades of grey. Sometimes good people do bad things to bad people, and that’s okay.”
Duke looked at him thoughtfully. “Huh.”
Nat picked up his forgotten bagel and stuffed it into his mouth, so he wouldn’t blurt something he shouldn’t. Like how he knew about Duke killing kidnappers to rescue their victims.
Except he also had to deal with his new discovery: Wanda was a half-demon.
Nat knewnothingabout raising demon children.
“How do you care for a demon baby?” he asked.
Duke pointed at his own chest, eyebrows raised.
Nat froze. Did Duke misunderstand? He did, didn’t he? He waved his hands to try and dig himself out of that hole. “I didn’t mean a baby from you! I meant a baby in general! Oh, gods. I’m not trying to hit on you!”
Duke smirked. “Why did you ask, then?”
Crap.“Um. I may or may not know someone who has one.”
Duke’s eyebrows went up.
“And they, uh, they may need help caring for their demon baby.”
“Where’s the demon parent?”
“Not around,” Nat said, trying not to meet Duke’s eyes.
“Huh.” Duke shifted from one foot to the other, taking a bite of his sandwich. “We’re fire-resistant from birth. Capable of overheating things when we’re about six or seven.”
Nat glanced at Wanda, thankful that she wasn’t in danger of setting the car on fire.
When he looked back, he found Duke watching him. He startled.
