Page 32 of Satan's Son

Chapter 12

Ever wondered what the world would look like upside down? Imagine you could walk on the ceiling. It would be amazing.

“Addison, if you don’t get down, your head will explode.” Ethan glanced at me again, with an annoyed look. “You’re a human, not a bat.”

Rolling my eyes, I continued to hang upside down on Ethan’s very strong four-poster bed.

“Do you have any respect for my stuff?” Ethan grumbled loudly enough for me to hear. I swear he loved to grumble. It was like his favorite pastime.

“Do you ever not complain?”

“It’s not complaining if you have someone breaking everything that belongs to you.” He closed his book abruptly.

“Please tell me this isn’t about your clock?” I flung myself down to the ground. “It was an accident.”

“Do you even understand the definition of accident?” Ethan sounded so wise he reminded me of some freaky ass owl.

“Yes, something not done on purpose.”

“I told you that you were going to break something, but do you listen? No. You just continued to be a maniac.”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t join in.”

“Yes, that must be it.” Ethan gave me a very dry look.

“Personally, I think I’m a genius for coming up with something to do in this boring room of yours.”

“Jumping on my bed and breaking my clock with those unnaturally long legs of yours does not classify you as a genius.”

So what? I jumped on his bed a few times, and yeah, maybe I tripped over a pillow and my leg went flying in the direction of his bedside table and I might have just happened to have broken his prized clock. But seriously, what normal person loves a clock that much?

“You say ‘unnatural’, others say ‘God’s gift’.” I slumped in the armchair across from him. “So, you’re still reading then?” I picked up an old book from his desk.

“Yes, and put it down.”

“What, scared the pages might fall out? Not even I can make that happen.”

Ethan reached out and took it from my hands anyway. “Nothing is beyond you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“That clock has been in the family for centuries and has been through fire. But one kick from Accident Addison and it smashes into a million pieces.”

“Accident Addison?” I was disgusted by such an awful nickname.

“Perfect, isn’t it?” The corners of Ethan’s lips twitched into an evil smirk.

I made a noise that sounded like a pig choking. “Don’t think so.”

“Calm down, AA.”

“AA?” I crossed my arms. “Seriously?”

“You have more accidents than a two-year-old; what do you expect?”

“You’re just getting funnier by the moment, aren’t you?”

“Whatever, you say, AA.”

How had Ethan managed to turn the tables on me? I crossed my arms stubbornly. I suddenly realized I didn’t like being on this end of the joke.

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