Angel huffed out a breath, smoke slipping from his lips in a lover's kiss, the ash on his tongue tasting of heartache and broken faith.
Husk had seen him stumble in, limping slightly from Valentino's latest "therapy" session. The cat didn't say anything, just passed him a bottle of wine and went back to wiping glasses.
Angel eyed Husk, sipping the wine from the bottle and wincing from a split lip while his fellow demon walked around the counter and started tending to his various cuts and bruises.
Funny. The spider had never noticed strawberry wine tasted like sunlight and hope for a better life.