“Last week,” she blew a cloud of silvery smoke into the air. “I ran into my ex. You know how that goes. But! I gotta say,” she hefted herself onto a tabletop, “I’m still rockin’ hot. Him? Not so much.”

Okay, that wasn’t strictly true. Gus – or Whistler these days – looked much the same as ever, save for a few gray hairs near his temples. He even dressed the same. But time and perspective had changed Maddy’s feelings on the subject and she kept asking herself what she’d seen in the half-demon. She also asked herself why she could still hear her roommate’s over-wrought orgasm half a century later.