Page 18 of Satan's Son

Chapter 6

“It’s bright pink!” I pushed Ethan out of the way for a closer look.

“What in heaven’s name would make him wear a pink t-shirt?” I gasped, leaning into the car, staring at the man inside. “That’s bright pink, too.”

“You’re noticing the t-shirt but you have failed to notice the pills in his hand.” Ethan shook his head. “You really suck at this.”

“You really suck at this,” I mimicked him, pulling my head out and leaning against the car. “Hey, how come I could put my head through the window?”

“You’re just special.” Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I already knew that,” I agreed. “Didn’t know you shared the opinion though.”

“Enough games, Addison. Are you going to help save this guy or not?” Ethan stomped a foot and it took all my self-control not to burst into laughter.

“Sure, what do I do again? That mind thingy?”

Ethan was not amused. “You seriously don’t remember? The only thing you are meant to remember and you don’t!”

“Hey, it’s been a busy few hours.”

“You can observe then.” Ethan pushed me out of the way gently. “I have to do everything.”

“You wish!” I scoffed.

Ethan placed a hand on the guy’s temple, leaning into the car slightly. I watched him close his eyes, and his face turned serious and hard.

I supposed now was a good time to remain silent. It wasn’t as if I had an option. I think Ethan’s head would explode if I spoke right now.

Suppressing a grin, I pictured his head exploding into little bits everywhere. Ethan really had an anger-management problem or maybe it was just when it came to me.

“Done.” Ethan pulled away from the guy and turned to face me. “And that is how the pros do it.”

“Do what?”

“You are one frustrating woman!”

“And you are one angry man.” I winked at him, and then looked at the poor guy who was wiping tears from his cheek. “What’s wrong with him anyway? Will he be okay?”

“Yeah, he will be.” Ethan glanced over his shoulder, then turned back to look at me. “Come on; time to go back to Hell.”

“Well, doesn’t that sound like fun!” I tried to keep up with his long stride. “Can we just stay here?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I have things to do.” Ethan glanced at me. “And I need a break from your mouth.”

“You love my mouth.” I shouldered him lightly. “So what do I do in Hell?”

“Wait for me to take you back out!” Ethan stopped abruptly.

“So, what? I have to wait in that shoe box of a room the whole time?” My eyes widened at the very thought of it. “That’s boring as hell!”

I dropped the humor and playfulness. I couldn’t honestly believe I had to just sit in a room and wait for King Lame to decide when we would go back out.

“Did you forget, Addison, that you’re in Hell? Hell isn’t meant to be fun.” Ethan grabbed my hand tightly, and the forest around us disappeared in a swirl of colors.

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