Obviously, she’d made herself out to be a crazy person who shouted at windows and dumped her belongings on the floor.
Raya shot a venomous look at the winged figure outside the window before sheepishly collecting the contents of her bag from the floor.
The crinkly wrapper turned out to be just that: an empty wrapper.
Raya heaved a sigh that turned into a frustrated growl. She never should have allowed Phoenix to come along on this trip, even if he promised to behave himself and stay out of her way.
She’d flown by herself, since demons—damn them and their wings—didn’t need to fly coach. Phoenix was supposed to meet her in Paris, not scare the daylights out of her on a train.
Then again, demons weren’t known for their good behavior.
She looked out the window to see if he was still amusing himself by making faces.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Great.
Raya settled into her seat, stewing with annoyance and hunger and pique.
When the train finally pulled into the station, she bolted up, ignoring the stares of her fellow passengers, and charged out of the train onto the platform.
Phoenix leaned against a nearby column wearing his usual all-black ensemble, this time topped with a black leather jacket, looking as normal as a demon could look. “Miss me, Witchiepoo?”
“Shut up, demon.” She brandished her suitcase. “At least make yourself useful and carry this.”
“Do I look like a porter?”
“You look like an ass. Carry the suitcase.” Raya strode on.
Phoenix caught up. “Do you even know where you’re going?” Amusement rang in his voice.
Raya stopped. She didn’t have the slightest idea where to go, but Phoenix didn’t need to know that. “Of course I do.”
“You don’t want me to show you?” Phoenix dripped condescension.
“If I had any sense, I wouldn’t even be hanging out with you.” Raya looked around for a hint of where to get a taxi.
They had taxis in Paris, right?
“What, afraid your witchy credibility will be ruined by socializing with demonkind?”
Raya’s attention returned to Phoenix. “Don’t state the obvious. You knew you would have to make yourself scarce when we got here. That was the deal. You get to come along, but you stay out of sight and—”
“Out of your way. Yes, I know.” He rolled his eyes. “But you’re such a delicate fawn, lost in the big woods—”
Raya punched him in the arm.
“Ow!” he said.
“Delicate, am I?”
“I take it back.”
“I think I’ve seen enough of you for one day.” Raya spotted the taxi sign and started moving.
“Would you like me to be invisible?”
“You wouldn’t be invisible to me. You were invisible to the people on the train and that caused enough trouble. It’s really awkward, you know—reacting to someone who isn’t there. Or should I say ‘isn’t all there’?”
