“I didn’t?—”
“I don’t give a fuck.” She struggles upright and shoves her hair from her face.
“It wasn’t?—”
“It never is!” Sparks fly from her fingers as she waves them around, though she doesn’t seem to notice. “You keep popping up at the most inconvenient times. As if I don’t have enough going on.”
I wince, realizing how much I’ve disrupted her life. “You could?—”
“Oh no,” she snaps and pushes to her feet. She sways and I reach out to steady her. She slaps my hand away, and a shockwave skitters down my veins.
“Spitfire,” I plead from my knees.
“No. I refuse to do anything else for you. I was perfectly content cleaning out the closet. You made itrain.Do you know how sca—fuck.” She picks up a small green book and brushes off the cover.
I swallow hard and take in the space again. Everything I thought was destruction is merely some spring cleaning. Not that it’s spring. I’m pretty sure it’s summer right now. Or maybe autumn. I can never keep track of the seasons up here.
“Are you even paying attention? For fuck’s sake. The least you can do is get up and help me clean.” She plants her hands on her hips in front of me. When I nod, she holds up a hand. “Wait.”
Her mouth twitches, and I brace myself for more yelling. I’m surprised she’s so riled after practically dying. I’m pretty sure I sucked all the magic from her soul. It’ll be a minute before she’s replenished enough to even light a candle, much less throw up another shield.
“What are we waiting for?”
Her eyes darken and she smirks. “I kind of like you on your knees.”
Ican’t believe I just said that.
From the roguish grin he’s aiming at me, he’s not complaining. Of course he isn’t. It sounded like I was flirting with him.
You were flirting with him.
Was I? Or was I trying to throw him off? Except he’s been docile since I woke up. Is this shock? Is that why I’m so discombobulated? Ever since Percy told me demons are amazing in bed, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Dimitri is the only demon I know so it stands to reason he’s starring in every fantasy my mind can conjure up. Doesn’t mean I actually want to sleep with him.
Except you do. You really, really do.
No, I don’t. This isn’t like me. I’m logical and even. Steady and volatile all at once. I’m the shitty yet reliable sister. When our aunt took a turn health-wise, I was the one the coven leaders called. Dependable. When my sister needed to get rid of an ex, Iwas the one who ran him off. Brutally honest. Lark always said I wielded my pain, my cruelty for the good of others. I didn’t know what she meant then. I still don’t.
Waffling between wanting to fuck Dimitri or banishing him to the ether isn’t unusual. Along with all my stunning qualities came a wicked case of indecisiveness. Decision paralysis, my aunt called it, though how she knew that term, I don’t know. She was practically a shut-in by the end.
I shake my head and focus on Dimitri. He licks his lips, pulling my gaze down. My eyes widen when I notice his horns growing from the top of his head, longer than the first time I noticed them.
He brushes a hand over them and chuckles. “Handlebars?”
I scoff, though I don’t have a quippy comeback. Slowly, as if he expects me to give more commands, he pushes to his feet. It takes everything in me not to stumble back.
“Now, spitfire, I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely.” He leans close, his lips brushing my cheek, and he whispers in my ear. “I don’t get on my knees for just anyone, but I’ll do it for you anytime.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Why yes, yes I am. Something tells me you like that.” He pulls back slightly. “As much as I’d love to keep up this dance, I’m pretty sure you’re in shock. And I won’t take advantage of that. Let’s get you in the shower. Then we can?—”
“Can’t,” I mutter, and he raises an eyebrow. “I’m still…sparking. I’d rather not get electrocuted.”
He’s shaking his head before I’ve finished. “You won’t. Promise. If you didn’t get shocked to shit when my magic went haywire, you won’t now. See?”
He reaches out and laces our fingers together. Heat gathers between our palms. He’s right. I’ve been bouncing from one thing to the next, completely unhinged at my sister’sdisappearance, I haven’t thought things through. I don’t know him or what his true intentions are. He showed up randomly, and I never questioned it. Not really. Without information about demons, I’m woefully out of my depth here.
“Okay,” I breathe, then untangle us. “This isn’t…I don’t know what to…”
