I guessed he didn’t like those.
“Hmph. I would’ve eaten the jelly-filled ones,” Faust grumbled.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was lucky Sagitta was buying him donuts at all, let alone twenty-four of them.
When it came time to pay, Sagitta pulled out a classy leather wallet. Then my brain restarted. No way was I letting him pay. I grabbed a twenty from my pocket and put it on the counter before he could tap his card.
Sagitta gave me a surprised glance. “That’s not—”
I guessed his next word was ‘necessary’, but he didn’t get the chance to say it.
“Oh, great, you know about our cash discount!” the cashier chirped. She handed me my change and two fancy boxes of donuts. “Have a good day!”
“I could’ve paid for it, you know,” Sagitta said curtly as we exited the store. The line stretched outside, so we skirted around it. A few people ogled the hoard in my arms.
“With your exorcism scam money?” I asked over the boxes.
“I perform genuine exorcisms, for your information.”
I knew he did. All that chanting and firing magical holy arrows seemed legitimate, and I couldn’t deny demons and spirits existed now that one literally lived inside of me. But honestly? It was fun to tease him.
“I’ve got a job, too,” I replied. “It may not be as important as yours, but I get paid, and I’m not gonna be on the streets over a twenty.”
“I know about your job.”
My brow furrowed. “How? I haven’t told you about it yet.”
“I did my research after you got possessed. I needed all the information I could get my hands on.” Sagitta glanced up at me from beneath a silky black fringe of hair. “You received an athletic scholarship and now you work part-time at the local sports store selling equipment.”
My cheeks flushed. How much did he know about me?
Faust scoffed. “That hardly seems fair. All you know about him is that he’s a tight-ass with family issues. And that he’s a good kisser.”
The burning in my cheeks grew hotter, and my grip on the donut boxes tightened until my fingers dug permanent grooves in the cardboard.
But after my initial shock passed, I realized that Sagitta’s knowledge barely scratched the surface of who I was. All of that information was easily accessible since he knew my full name. He wasn’t some elite hacker like Lily. He was as much of a detective as the average Facebook user.
“And what about you, Sagitta?” I asked. “You gonna give me a run-down of whoyouare, since you invited yourself to my place for a week?”
“Who I am is not important,” he muttered.
“What the hell kind of answer is that?”Faust implored.
For once, I agreed with him.
I leapt ahead to block Sagitta’s path. “Uh, no. That’s now how this works, dude.”
He arched an offended brow. “Excuse me?”
“I barely know anything about you, except that you’re a freaking exorcist who lives and works at some multi-faith demon-hunting temple, and that you have beef with your little brother.”
“Don’t forget being a good kisser.”
I continued ranting. “Hell, I’m better acquainted with the annoying demon in my head, and I barely know anything about him, either.”
Sagitta’s expression steeled. Instead of letting me in, he turned into a brick wall. He dropped his gaze, peering forward with his piercing black eyes like the only thing he saw was the path ahead.
“I’m only here to rid you of the demon. Nothing more,” Sagitta said in a hushed, steady tone. “We don’t need to be friends. You don’t even have to like me. Just let me do my job, and I’ll be gone from your life.”
