“Absolutely not.”
“That is MY hoodie.”
“Which makes this entirely more significant.”
I laughed in disbelief while Nina made a sound that was dangerously close to choking from laughter.
“WHY ARE THERE RULES FOR THIS,” I snapped.
The demon took another sip of coffee completely calmly. “Courtship without rules becomes chaos in hell.”
I gestured at the candle circle still surrounding the coffee table. “You were literally summoned from a pentagram.”
“Romantically summoned.”
“STOP SAYING IT LIKE THAT.”
For the first time since appearing, amusement flickered across the demon’s face. His glowing red eyes crinkled with laughter as he watched me fume.
“You are enjoying this,” I accused.
“A little.”
“That’s evil.”
“I am literally a demon.”
I couldn’t really argue with that.
Nina was still aggressively scrolling through her phone beside me while muttering things under her breath like somebody cramming for an exam she deeply regretted taking.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, horrified.
I already hated that tone. “What now?”
She looked up from her phone. “Okay so apparently demons take clothing gifts very seriously.”
“I gathered that.”
“No, Eva, seriously seriously.”
“That sentence means nothing to me.”
Nina waved dramatically at the hoodie he was wearing. “Apparently offering personal clothing in demonic culture means symbolic commitment.”
I wasn't sure which part of this situation to panic about first: the strange demon with dating rules, or my best friend, who seemed far too interested in it now.
“It was cold.”
The demon quietly nodded into his coffee. “ Umm.. I believe it “
“I need both of you to stop talking.”
A sudden knock echoed through the apartment door, and all three of us froze. The sound came again a few seconds later three slow knocks this time. The demon’s expression changed the second he heard them. His grip tightening on the mug, his face dark enough as if his important date was disturbed.
Nina turned to him first. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No.”
