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I smirk. “And that’s a change from normal how?”
Misha rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t answer me. He opens the front door to the apartment, letting me go in first. Malon, Trine and Luke are quiet. Luke is still standing by the foyer, near the tiny accent table that leads into the apartment. Malon stands next to the circular dining room table. Trine stands between them, her arms crossed, her breasts pressed together.
I’m not going to stare, but fuck, she looks so gorgeous wearing such flimsy clothes, her nipples poking through her pajama top.
I know that this is too important, but it’s extremely hard not to focus on her body, on the way her blonde hair curls around her pretty face, on the freckles over her nose.
I’ve slept with plenty of people, but not one of them has made me feel quite like this. It’s maddening.
“We thought it might be better if we just talk here,” I start when I notice Misha crosses his arms over his chest. “Since this concerns all of us.”
Luke’s gaze flits between the both of us. He sighs, his shoulders dropping, then he turns to face Trine. He doesn’t seem very impressed, but he doesn’t say anything to either of us. “Trine,” he says, his voice dropping. He doesn’t even acknowledge that Malon is there. “We’re worried about you.”
Malon opens his mouth. Luke holds his hand up and Malon stops himself from talking, which surprises me.
“We found some things about Malon here that we think you might want to know,” Luke says.
Trine knits her brow.
“Listen,” I say. “You were saying that Malon knows almost everything about you, but how much do you know about him?”
“Like I said,” Malon says. “You can ask me anything.”
“You wouldn’t know to ask him these things,” Misha says. “They aren’t things like, what’s your favorite movie. It’s fucked up shit.”
“In my defense, I am a demon,” Malon says between gritted teeth.
“You don’t look like a demon to me,” Luke says. “You look like a man. Just a man.”
Trine hugs herself. “Let’s go sit,” she says. She’s facing away from Malon; probably a good sign that she wants to hear what Misha and Luke have to say. She sits on the sofa, her legs folded under her.
She looks over her shoulder and flashes me a small smile. “Come sit next to me,” she says.
I do what she tells me. Misha and Luke sit across from Malon. He sinks into the lounge chair, never once taking his gaze off my coworkers. He doesn’t look angry. He looks scared.
It’s surprising.
“We decided to do a thorough investigation on him,” Misha says. “It’s worse than you think.”
Luke sits back. He fidgets with the rosary he keeps around his wrist. “We have some idea of when the demon…of when the entity inhabiting Malon’s body…first took over.”
“Some idea,” Malon says. “You don’t know everything.”
“Let them talk,” Trine snaps at him. “You can tell me how you feel later.”
Good. This seems like it’s going well, relatively speaking. Malon sighs, his shoulders slumping.
Luke clears his throat before he keeps talking. He’s still fidgeting with his rosary, his hands staying on one bead as his gaze flits between Trine and Malon. “The first information we found was about the accident Malon O’Mara had been in,” he continues. “His entire family was t-boned by a truck after a driver fell asleep at the wheel on the interstate. It was tragic.”
“Absolutely,” Misha says. “But the first article we found was a little misleading. It turns out that no one died at the scene. Malon and his entire family were airlifted to the closest trauma unit nearby, which was still a good distance away.”
“Obviously no one can speak to Malon’s state of mind at the time…” Luke starts.
Malon scoffs. “No, I definitely can,” he says. “All things considered.”
Luke rolls his eyes. “The original Malon,” he says.
“Yes, in case you forgot, I’m in his body.”
