Page 32 of Midnight Ink

I look inside the folder. “There are only two tickets in here.”

“Maybe she has hers,” he mutters.

Maybe. I reach for my phone and text her.

Julian: You meeting us there?

I wait for a moment, looking at Ian until I see text bubbles.

Demon: You’re going to killll meeeeee (:

Demon: I mean, you can’t, you’ll be in Puerto Rico and I’ll be here, but I’ll fully expect a swift death when you get back.

Julian: What the fuck are you talking about??

Demon: I did a thing.

Julian: AND THAT IS WHAT, ANNA!!!!!!????

Demon: So the thing is . . .

I wait for a moment but don’t even see her texting.

Julian: WHAT IS THE THING, ANNA?!!!

Demon: I’m not going.

Julian: CARE TO EXPLAIN?

Demon: Eh, not really

Julian: EXPLAIN!

Demon: You need to stop pining and make a damn move, Jules! Bring me home a step daddy!!!!

Julian: Oh, I’m going to fucking kill you.

Demon: Or you can thank me later when you’re balls deep in our boss

“What’s wrong?” Ian’s voice barely cuts through the pressure in my brain. I can’t think. What the fuck!? This fucking brat. I’m going to kill her. I will. I mean, she’ll probably take me out, but I’ll go out giving it my best.

Julian: I fucking hate you.

Demon: Aww

I squeeze the phone in my hand.

Julian: He doesn’t like me. You need to give this up.

Demon: Ian doesn’t make moves. You need to be the one, Jules. Make a move!!!!! Do me proud. Well, do him, and then it’ll make me proud.

Julian: I hate you

Demon: KISSESS!!!!!!!!

“What’s wrong?”

I look over at Ian and swallow. “Anna’s not coming.”