Page 22 of I Accidentally Summoned A Demon
“You don’t like to be complimented, do you?” The bus moved, and Kat gripped the bar.
“I love to be complimented. Preferably regarding sex or death.”
Kat rubbed her temples and stared out the window while Nex ignored her request not to bring up more people to kill. The suggestions earned strange looks from other passengers, leaving Kat with no choice but to hide her face in embarrassment.
The bus finally stopped at the mall, and Kat couldn’t get off fast enough. She sprinted out, sending Nex dirty looks. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t casually discuss killing people.”
“Why not?” Nex strode beside her, his nose wrinkling at the number of people wandering the parking lot and loitering outside the mall. “It makes everyone uncomfortable. It’s entertaining. Why do you take the bus? Does the car in your garage not function?”
“It functions fine,” she mumbled.
“Then why don’t you drive?”
“I don’t like driving, okay?” Her suddenly rushed footsteps brought her to the mall entrance quicker. “Drop it.”
Surprised at her sharp tone, Nex paused. He considered pressing but decided against it since she’d started speaking to him again. Instead, he followed her inside and stayed silent as she browsed clothes.
At least, he remained quiet as long as he could. Each of her choices made him shake his head. “I can’t take it anymore.” He snatched outfits from her arms and rehung them.
Kat stuck out her lower lip. “Hey.”
“I can’t with this.” He gestured to the clothes and clutched her hand. “Come on. We’re not shopping in the old lady section. You’re still young. How old are you?”
“Nineteen, and I doubt I’ll like anything you pick. I like to be modest.” Kat wriggled, trying to escape his grip.
“Nineteen? Shit, you’re basically a baby.”
“I’m not a baby.” Kat scowled. “How old are you?”
Nex’s jaw flexed. “Doesn’t matter.”
“How old are you?”
He stopped in front of a rack, released her hand, and flipped through clothes.
“Nex.” Kat tugged his sleeve. “How old are you?”
“Drop it, kitten.” Nex pulled out a dress and handed it over. “Put that on.”
“I’m not putting anything on until you answer me.”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really, but you’re being so weird about it now I want to know.”
Nex smirked. “Curiosity killed the cat, kitten.”
“That was original.” Kat rolled her eyes.
“Put it on.” Nex dragged her to the dressing rooms. “I’m doing you a favor.”
“Tell me how old you are.”
They reached the dressing rooms, and Nex nudged her inside one, tossing the dress on the bench. He braced on the doorway with a look that silenced Kat. “Put it on yourself, or I’ll help you put it on.” He stepped out and closed the door.
“Where’s your sense of compromise?” Kat whined, lifting the dress.
“Two hundred and twenty-seven.”
