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Chapter 21

I wasn’t sure what Ethan was up to, but if he looked at me once more with those‘I need to tell you something but don’t want to tell you but gonna have to tell you’eyes, I would punch him in the face, and I wasn’t a violent person.

“So, we need to talk, Addison,” Ethan broke the silence between us, “about what happens next.”

“Not really interested unless it includes another Happy Meal,” I snapped back. I knew I would regret getting in the car with him. Enclosed spaces didn’t suit me.

“Pig.”

I smirked at him. “Fine, tell me then. What happens next. Mr. Wise One”

“Would it kill you to not be sarcastic?” he snapped with an annoyed expression.

“Don’t really want to find out. Think I’ve told you that before.” I tapped my Happy Meal toy against the window to annoy Ethan.

“I’m heading back to Hell.”

My tapping out the ACDC “Highway to Hell” beat stopped, and I turned to look at him. “Why?”

“I’m not human.”

“I’m not human either.”

“Yes, you are, Addison.”

“I’m superhuman.”

He let out a long sigh. “Anyway, the point is, I’m heading back to Hell.” He took his eyes off the road to glance at me. “Dad wants me back on the council.”

Why did this cause something to twist and burn within me? Did it matter if Ethan headed back to where he belonged? I’d known it was going to happen one day. So that day had finally come; what was the big deal?

Maybe I was coming down with something.

“So, when are you going back?” More importantly, when would he return for a visit?

“I was meant to be back yesterday. But, you know, Archie showed up and yeah, things got delayed.”

“So, when are you planning to go back?”

“Tomorrow,” he replied with regret.

“Well, talk about late notice!” I exclaimed. “What if I had plans that involved you? And now you just throw down the overused excuse, ‘I’m heading back to Hell, Addison, sorry about that event that you planned, which was really important!’”

“My voice doesn’t sound like that.” He wrinkled his nose. “Why do you always make me sound like a high-pitched woman?”

“I don’t make your voice sound like anything. I’ll have you know my mimicking is spot on.”

“Right!” He rolled his eyes. “So what was the important plan that my departure ruins?”

“Groceries, and we all know you have a fetish for the supermarket cashiers.”

“One time.” He grunted. “And you won’t let it go.”

“I grew gray hairs waiting in that line.”

“You did not.”

“Did so!” The real truth was, I was avoiding the subject of him leaving and I was doing a darn good job of it.

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