I sigh and make him hide in the closet. I open the door, finding Jessa and Chase there. Jessa glances around my room before glaring at me, "Where is he?"
I study her, "Who?"
"Your boyfriend, or whatever he is. Didn't you just meet him? It's kind of weird that two two are already--"
I cut her off, "Get out."
She shakes her head, "Make me, b*tch."
I raise an eyebrow, arms crossed. Her eyes turn red and I swallow backing away. I just p*ssed off a demon. Smart, Rye...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians