Page 34 of Satan's Son

“Satan seems to think my connection with you influenced your sentence.” Ethan looked bitter and crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “He thinks that your sentence was too light.”

“Too light!” I threw my hands up in the air like the drama queen I was at heart. “You gave me forever!”

“Ten years isn’t forever.”

“No, not at all.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s only ten bloody years!”

“Would you calm down already?” Ethan sighed, not interested in the show I was putting on.

“Fine.” I crossed my arms. “Why’s dear old Daddy wanting me to stay here longer?”

“He believes that you are taking my attention away from what I should be doing.”

“What, reading your books?” I scoffed. Seriously. it wasn’t like Ethan had a demanding social life. After all, his turtle wasn’t alive anymore. I choked back a giggle, which caused Ethan to give me a dirty look as if he knew I was making fun of him in my head.

“I don’t understand though. He wants you to spend less time with me, but thinks I should be here longer?”

“Exactly.” Ethan nodded.

“Well, that’s just madness. You and I both know you would go crazy without me.” I gave him a wink.

“He wants me to offer you a deal.” Ethan dropped the bomb on me.

“A deal? Well, tell me the details.”

“Addison, could you be serious for once?” Ethan looked annoyed and moved to sit next to me on the bed.

“Okay, fine, I’ll be serious.” I turned around to face him. “What’s this deal all about?”

“When I told you about being a guider, I left a few things out.”

“What a surprise!” I smirked. “Seriously, Ethan, you and your secrets.”

“It’s not a secret; I just didn’t think it was important.”

“Well, tell me about this thing you thought wasn’t important but is now.”

“There are different types of guiders. Some do what we do and then there is another sort.”

“Why am I getting the feeling I’ve got the boring type?”

Ethan raised a finger for me to shush. “Don’t interrupt me. One type of guider takes on human form.”

“If I’m not mistaken, Ethan, we also look like humans when we guide people. Unless you’re really a monster under that flawless face of yours?”

“Flawless?” Ethan picked that word up and grinned.

“Did I say flawless? I meant flawed.” I gave him a dry look.

“Whatever, AA.”

“I told you not to call me that.” I pointed a finger at him.

“And I told you not to interrupt.”

“Fine, continue talking gibberish!” I gestured for him to keep going.

“Well, Dad thinks you can take on another form, which would benefit us more.” Ethan looked bitter. “Well, that was his plan until Mother interrupted.”

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