I stared at him. “No reason to tell me WHAT.”
Nina tightened her grip on the frying pan. “I think we should all start screaming.”
The taller demon folded his arms loosely across his chest while cold air continued spilling into the apartment through the cracked doorway behind him.
“You summoned one of the princes of Hell.”
I blinked once, then again.
“…What.”
Nina dropped the frying pan. The loud CLANG echoed through the apartment hard enough to make everybody flinch slightly except the demons.
My demon sounded mildly annoyed. “Titles are embarrassing.”
I turned toward him. “You are a WHAT.”
The taller demon blinked, clearly confused by my reaction. “One of the most dangerous beings currently in existence.”
I continued staring at my demon in complete disbelief while he stood there wearing my oversized hoodie beside my broken apartment door.
Then very slowly, I said, “You reorganized my spice cabinet yesterday.”
My demon frowned slightly. “It was stressful to look at.”
Nina made a weak uneasy noise somewhere near the kitchen floor.
I pointed at him accusingly. “You are apparently demon royalty and your biggest concern was alphabetical seasoning storage?”
“The paprika and cinnamon were beside each other.”
“That means NOTHING to me.”
“It means chaos.”
The taller demon's brow furrowed as his glowing eyes moved between the two of us, as though he genuinely could not process what he was seeing.
“…You cleaned her apartment?”
My demon answered. “Yes.”
There was a tiny pause before he answered more quietly.
“Obviously.”
Something uncomfortable twisted in my chest at the way he said it, which was deeply inappropriate considering the situation we were currently trapped in.
Nina noticed my face instantly. “Oh no,” she whispered tiredly. “She likes him now.”
“I do NOT.”
“You looked at him with hearts in your eyes.”
“I looked at him confused.”
“Those are becoming the same expression.”
“I hate this apartment.”
