Page 10 of Satan's Son

Yuck, I was still wearing those clothes. “So, it really has been two years.” I glanced back at the older-looking Alex on the floor snoring softly. “I thought you were lying to me.”

“I don’t lie,” Ethan said sharply and then walked through the closed door. I took one last glance at Alex and smiled. I hoped he lived the life he was meant to.

He was made to be great; I knew it.

I walked through the door and into the empty hallway.

“How do you do that?” I asked, as Ethan pushed himself from the wall he was leaning against.

“We can only walk through doors.”

“So, we can touch things then?” I asked. “Just not people?”

“We can only touch the temples of a living person and make a connection to their mind. And yes, we can touch things, just not move them.”

“Oh.” I walked down the stairs next to him. “Can I ask you something?”

“If I said no, would it stop you?”

“Can I ever change my clothes?” I glanced down at the same clothes I was wearing the night I died. “Because if I knew I was going to be stuck in these forever, I would have chosen something a little bit better.”

The dress I was wearing was tight, and the jacket was a small leather one. It wasn’t comfortable, and neither were the tall high heels.

“Oh, well.” Ethan walked through the front door. “You’re stuck in them now.”

“Can I hit you?” I asked, walking out onto the porch behind him. “Or are you untouchable?”

“Hit me and I’ll hit you back.” He arched both eyebrows. “And the hot bad girl image you are rocking isn’t that bad.”

“Did you just call me hot?” A wide grin spread across my face, and it only got larger when his face turned red with annoyance. “You think I’m hot.”

“Hot, but annoying.” He walked down the porch steps, and I quickly followed.

“If I’d known you were stuck in the clothes you died in, I really would have questioned some of my wardrobe choices.”

“You should see the people who die naked.”

“Really?”

Ethan had a sly smirk on his lips as he turned to face me. “You’re really gullible.”

“You were lying.” I placed both hands on my hips. “What happened to ‘I don’t lie’?”

Ethan shrugged his shoulders. “I’m the devil’s son; what do you expect?”

“Is that your line or something?”

“If you are honestly stupid enough to believe what I say when you know who I am, then the shame’s all yours.”

“And you call me annoying.” I grunted and walked up the sidewalk with him.

The street lights were flickering across his enchanted skin, and it only made him look more devilishly handsome. Was I to spend an eternity answering to him?

“I never knew you could do that.” He looked forward as he spoke.

“What?”

“Remain silent.” The corners of his lips twitched slightly.

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