CHAPTER 29

'You're looking for the horns, aren't you?' Ethan said, one eyebrow raised, brushing off my gawping stare with a shrug. 'It's okay, it's only natural.' He ruffled his hair, parting it near the front with his fingers. 'See? Nothing there, I promise. You also won't find any Devil's hooves or a forked tail for that matter, although you're more than welcome to look for the tail.'

He shot me a brash grin, but then looked away quickly, a self-conscious flush rising to his cheeks.

'Why did you tell me that?' I said. My mouth was stunned-dry. I wanted to pick up the bottle and take a drink but was afraid he'd see my hand shaking.

'About the tail?'

'About the book. About your parents.'

The paper angel remained on the table in front of me. I hadn't touched it. Couldn't.

He rolled his eyes. 'Right, so is this where you tell me I'm spinning you another yarn?'

'No. What I meant was, you didn't need to tell me that. You could have lied about the book.'

'You