Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I was viciously pulling weeds in the garden when a demon came sauntering by.

“Remember me?” it called out cheerfully.

“Whatever,” I said. “You all look the same.”

It edged closer. “I told you not to go into that restaurant. Should’ve listened, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes and gave a particularly stubborn weed a good, hard yank.

“Luna. We need to talk. I’m not going to go away until we do.”

I turned and threw the weed at it. It sailed right on through. “Oh, all right! What do we so desperately need to talk about, demon? I’m busy here.”

The demon tsked sarcastically, and I felt my muscles tense.

“Poor baby,” it said and flopped down on the grass. “Listen. You’re going to be in a boatload of trouble soon. I’m talking serious, serious trouble. Dig?”

I attacked another weed. “You’re threatening me now? Typical.”

The demon sighed and leaned back, staring at the sky. “That’s the thing about you people. You always expect the worst. Why can’t I be doing you a favor? Why ca