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“You need to work on your footing, Little Thief.”
“I wasn’t actually expecting you to let go.”
“Just like you weren’t earlier when you nearly gave yourself a black eye?”
He arched one dangerous brow, accentuating the scar there. I wanted to ask how he’d gotten it - but the look on his face said there were more important questions to ask now.
“What do you want with me?”
He continued to stare down at me as he stepped forward, and I half expected him to reach out to help me up. Not that I would have taken it, but I would have enjoyed slapping it away. It’s the little things in life.
But no - not this guy - not my Mr. Coppertone. Not this demon masquerading as a human.
He squatted down in front of me, bending over his knees as he met my gaze.
“I wouldn’t think you’d have to ask.”
Well, I didn’t. He knew what I could do. Ergo, he’d want me for that alone.
“Why are you here?”
“Because I want to be,” his flippant response irked me in a way that he only seemed to be capable of doing.
“That’s not a real answer.”
“It’s actually a perfectly valid one, Little Thief,” he responded, the corner of his scarred lip tugging up in a halfhearted smirk.
“So, you’re telling me you’re here on behalf of a guild you claim to be in, simply because you want to be?” I allowed my voice to drip with incredulity.
“Exactly.”
I rolled my eyes. “And what if I just want to tell the Sisters about you and your friends being demons?”
There went that eyebrow again. Instead of questioning my assertion about him being a demon, he asked something else entirely. “Friends?”
“Yes...friends. Or do demons have friends?”
“Of course we have friends,”
“Shocking,” I muttered under my breath. He chose to ignore that, but the tick in his cheek noticeably increased at my sarcasm.
“If you mean Drew and Felix, only Felix is a demon.”
“Then what’s Drew?”
“A caster. And before you ask, we try not to hold that against him -” I snorted. “-too much.” There he was – Mr. Magnanimous.
I swiped out my foot at him, trying to kick out his relaxed posture. But he grabbed my ankle before I could make contact.
“Now now, Little Thief, I think we’ve established who wins the fights here. You’d be wise to remember that.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What?”
“Thief. I have a name, and it’s polite to use it.”
He shrugged. “One, I think we’ve established that I’m not polite.” I nodded my agreement, and he twisted my ankle painfully, causing me to wince. “Second, you know exactly why.”
