Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

“That demon is a pain,” I said. “They’re all pains, but that one’s just extra irritating.” I shook the bottle of hair dye viciously while I talked. “He just pops up, starts talking like he’s my best friend come back from the dead or something. You know, he really—”

“Don’t you need to be calm for this?” Reed Taylor asked me. His voice was tight.

“What, Reed Taylor, are you scared?” I brandished the bottle of dye at him like a weapon. “Of this? This right here?”

“Watch it! That stuff can blind me! I read the package.” He shuddered and wrapped his arms across his skinny, bare chest. I told him to lose the shirt so the dye didn’t ruin it, but secretly I was enjoying this way too much. Fan service!

“Yeah, you read it like a million times. Relax. Think I’d steer you wrong?”

“You say that an awful lot,” he pointed out.

I caught his eye and winked. “Hey. You. Honestly. Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you?”

He grinned, and I grinned back.

“Okay, pretty gir