Page 7 of Satan's Son

He let out an annoyed grunt and narrowed his eyes at me as he spun around to face me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Next time, give a heads up before you stop.”

“Did you expect me to walk through the wall?” he asked, as if I was stupid.

I crossed my arms and gave him a blank look. Somehow, I wasn’t sure how or why, I’d really gotten under his skin.

“Take my hand.” He held his hand out to me.

“First, do you wash them?” I asked. His hands looked perfectly clean, but I wanted to annoy him and by the look on his face, it was working.

“Take my hand,” he insisted.

“I would prefer not to.”

“Fine, whatever, do it the hard way.” He gripped my upper arm tightly and placed his free hand on the painting.

I went to open my mouth to insult him or tell him to get his dirty mitts off me, but my body was pulled with force into the painting; everything spun and whirled.

Before I could digest what was happening, the swirling colors cleared, my eyes snapped closed, and I fell hard backward.

“Get off me.” Ethan’s deep voice rumbled from below me.

I was suddenly flipped to the side and let out a groan as I landed on a cold surface. I rolled on my back, opening my eyes. Ethan was pulling himself up.

Slowly, I pushed myself up to my elbows. Now, where was I?

“Get up, already,” Ethan teased. “Or I might get the impression you like lying on your back.”

I rolled my eyes at his cocky grin as I pulled myself back on my feet. I glanced around the familiar residential street. I knew this street.

“Hey, we are on Earth!” I said happily, taking in the streetlights and dark houses.

“We never left Earth.” Ethan walked up a garden path to a big brick house. “Come on, you have already wasted too much time.”

“What is with you and the time?” I jogged up behind him.

Ethan stopped on the porch and then walked through the door. Yes, he walkedthroughthe front door.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my arm. I closed my eyes as I was pulled forward.

“What did I tell you about wasting time?” Ethan hissed, and I cracked an eye open. We were now inside the house. My mouth dropped. Was I a ghost? I was about to haunt someone!

Ethan let go of my arm and stormed up the stairs. I quickly followed him, my footsteps light.

The house seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I followed Ethan up a dark hallway. I scanned the walls for pictures, some hint of whose house we were invading, but the walls were blank.

Ethan disappeared through a closed door and I followed him, shutting my eyes out of reflex.

I immediately knew I had been in this room before. The bed was messed up, a broken guitar lay in the corner, posters were torn from the walls and the room was littered with empty bottles of alcohol.

Wow, someone had been hitting the booze!

Ethan crossed his arms and stared at the bathroom door, which was ajar. Was someone in here? It surprised me that anyone could live in this mess.

“Are we going to haunt them?” I would love to go and haunt that stupid bitch from school who used to make my life hell, or my ex-boyfriend, who dumped me for being ‘too happy.’

“Why would we haunt anyone?” Ethan frowned at me, obviously disgusted by the suggestion.

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