Page 30 of Satan's Son

“Ethan, darling, why are you yelling at a girl on my staircase?” the lady standing behind Ethan asked, with a velvet voice.

“What?” he asked.

“Told you there was someone behind you,” I muttered, as Ethan turned around guiltily.

“It’s only Addison, Mother,” he replied.

“Well, why don’t you and Addison follow me to the living room?” she offered.

Ethan was muttering curse words under his breath, while shooting dirty looks at me. Talk about a crybaby. As if it was my fault he got in trouble with his mom!

“Was he always a brat?” I asked, lowering my voice and speaking to Natasha.

“Addison, you can’t whisper, so don’t even bother,” Ethan said.

Talk about killing my buzz. Personally, I thought I had an awesome whispering voice.

“Yes.” Natasha smiled, and we walked into what looked like a living room.

Each chair was uniquely designed. I had never seen any furniture like this.

“Addison, this is my mother, Elizabeth,” Ethan introduced us.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” I smiled.

“And it is lovely to meet the girl who has been driving my son insane.” Elizabeth smiled warmly at me before sitting in a chair shaped like a giant swirl.

I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or annoyed.

“Mother.” Ethan said her name in a threatening tone.

“I know, I’ll stop,” she said, raising her hands to appease him.

Natasha took a seat across from her mother on a long oval bench. “So, Addison, how are you finding Hell?”

Well, that isn’t a question you are asked every day, and I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“She’s making my life hell,” Ethan remarked.

Rolling my eyes, I shot an annoyed look at Ethan. “Would you stop being so rude? I’m a guest.”

“No, you are a prisoner,” Ethan corrected me.

“Same thing.” I shrugged my shoulders. Seeing a picture on the wall across from Ethan, I asked, “Hey, is that you?”

“It is, with piglet,” Natasha answered.

“Natasha!” Ethan roared, fuming, and went to block my view of the photo.

Unfortunately for him, it was too late.

“I knew you were a turtle man.” I smirked. “Wait a sec, you named your turtle ‘piglet’?” I arched an eyebrow at him.

“He was only ten.” Ethan’s mom spoke up.

“That is seriously messed up, Ethan.”

“Shut up, Addison!”

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